Cold Mountain Page #4

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Do you worry when there's no word

from him? From Mr, Inman?

Yes,

But then I've tried countin'

the number of words

which have passed between Mr, Inman

and me - not very many,

But I think about him, Daddy, all the time,

I lost your mother

after 22 months of marriage,

It was enough to fill a life,

That was the last of the ham,

- It was delicious,

- I have to learn how to cook,

I was thinking of saying

something in chapel,

Perhaps some of the womenfolk

will volunteer,

I can't have people coming here

and cooking for me,

I so...

I so regret...

I should have raised you less like a

companion and more like a young woman,

I'm sorry, Ada,

And for dragging you here,

I'm not sorry,

I would have followed you anywhere,

- To Mongolia,

- Mongolia,

But with no one left to work this place,

nothing to buy, nothing left to buy it with...

I just don't know how we're gonna

get through another winter,

will you play me somethin'? Somethin'

peaceful while I look over my sermon,

It's too damp out here,

You should come inside,

No,

I like it,

Daddy, bring the tablecloth in,

Come inside before you drown,

You have a letter,

North Carolina,

It's come a long way,

It's not too recent,

It's written this past winter,

I'm afraid I can't read who it's from,

Dear Mr, Inman...

Since you've left, time has been

measured out in bitter chapters.

last fall, my poor father died.

Our farm at Black Cove is abandoned.

Every house in these mountains

touched by tragedy.

Each day the dread...

of learning who has fallen...

who will not return from this terrible war.

And no word from you.

Are you alive?

I pray to God you are.

This war is lost on the battlefield

and is being lost twice over

by those who stayed behind.

He ain't comin' back, you know that,

You must know that in your heart,

look at me,

- look at me,

I'm not nothin',

I'm still waiting,

as I promised I would.

But I find myself alone

and at the end of my wits...

too embarrassed to keep taking

from those who can least afford to give.

Ada! It's Sally!

Ada!

look at the state of this place,

- well, set it on the porch,

She let them slaves go free,

and now...

Poor soul, she's got nobody and nothin',

and waitin' on a ghost,

Shoo!

Go away,

Devil!

My last thread of courage now

is to put my faith in you...

and to believe I will see you again.

So now I say to you, plain as I can...

if you are fighting, stop fighting.

If you are marching, stop marching.

Come back to me,

Come back to me is my request,

Come back to me.

Come back to me is my request.

wounded men, don't stray

from the hospital grounds,

Hey!

If they send us back to fight...

Hey, get your peanuts now,

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