Drums Along the Mohawk Page #4

Look out now.

Come on! Come on!

Now she's going good.

- How is the core- pretty rotten, Adam?

- Yeah.

- Try to fall it right down in there.

- All right.

Keep working on the edge. That's the idea.

This'll make a nice patch for wheat, Gil.

You got good soil here.

I figure the loam's

close to four feet.

Yes, sir, I bet there isn't any better soil

in the whole valley.

You're just a natural-born farmer,

ain't ya?

So you'd be,

if you'd marry and settle down.

There she goes!

There she goes.

That's gonna be good firewood.

There it goes.

Start heaving, Cleave.

- Push her in, Gil.

- Push her in there.

Yeah, get on out!

- Make it straightaway.

- Heave!

Heave! Heave!

Come on! Come on.

You certainly brought a lot of pretty things

with you, Mrs. Martin.

- Heavenly.

- I told Mother there was no sense in bringing...

a lot of clothes and such things.

I'd rather have the money

spent on furniture.

- I see you've got one of these feathers.

- Yes.

Mother had five of them at home.

She said there are times

in a woman's life...

when something like that

is more important than bread.

- What in the world is it?

- A pheasant's feather.

Looks like it came out

of an angel's wing.

We had a lot of them at home, but they collected

so much dust, we threw them out.

Yes.

This is a nice teapot.

What is it, Wedgwood?

I don't know.

It's just white china, I guess.

- It belonged to my grandmother.

- We always ate off Wedgwood at home.

- Eat?

- Come on out! They've started burning already.

- Great burning. Started it myself.

- Come on.

Let's go see the burning.

Come on.

Throw it on there.

Gil, it's going to be beautiful.

It's Blue Back!

Indians on the warpath.

Coming.

Eight white men...

100 Indians.

Painted. Better hurry.

- Johnny Weaver, get your horse

and tell General Herkimer.

Stop it! Stop it!

- Gil!

- Take this, Gil.

- Thanks, Joe. Adam, watch out for Lana, will you?

- Come on, Lana.

- No.

- You go too. Senecas, they kill.

I can't leave my place,

the crops.

Gil, you've got to. You've got to come.

I won't leave without you.

All right, I'll get the cart.

Indians. I know. Get.

Two, three, four-

Two, three- One-

Four, five, six-

Come on, Christian.

They're all here. Get in your wagon.

- Here!

- Thanks.

Gil, the cow,

aren't we going to take her?

We can't take her.

She'll just slow us up.

Oh, Gil, I can't stand it.

It's like leaving part of ourselves.

Don't look back. Giddyap!

- Come on, Mary.

- Hurry up, Gil!

Come on, Gil!

- Mr. Martin!

- Whoa!

Come on, Mary!

- Wait a minute.

- Where's the rest of your family?

- I don't know. I lost them.

- Give her to me.

Come on. Hurry up!

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