Northwest Passage Page #3

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can't you?

We haven't

got time.

No? Why'd you

come in here?

Rum.

Where you headed for?

West.

Makes no difference

when a man gets west.

Help me get this indian

on his feet,

i'll buy you rum.

This indian

wants to sing.

We can't seem

to suit him,

so he's dissatisfied.

Whenever

he's dissatisfied,

he won't drink

anything but rum.

Unless we get him

to drink beer

so he'll get sick,

he won't be fit to travel,

and he's got to travel.

We'll sing some beer

into him.

All right.

Give us the pitch.

drink to me only

with thine eyes

and i will

pledge with mine

bom bom bom

or leave a kiss

within the cup

and i'll not ask

for wine

bom bom bom bom

the thirst

that from

the soul doth rise

doth ask

a drink divine

bom bom bom bom

but might i of

jove's nectar sup

i would not

change for thine

bom bom bom

bom bom

you my sweet brudder.

Your sweet what?

Your his sweet brother.

Don't worry.

He won't kiss you.

These indians haven't

learned that yet.

He's climbing

a mountain now.

When he gets

to the top,

he'll fall off

the other side.

There he goes,

into the valley.

When he comes to,

he'll be sober enough

to travel.

Gentlemen, i'm obliged.

I need that indian.

What for?

Bring some hot water,

rum, sugar, and butter.

Tout suite.

I owe these gentlemen

something special

and permanent.

Where'd you say

you're going?

I didn't say,

but we're going

to albany.

You're taking

a roundabout way.

Aren't you afraid

of getting lost

in the woods?

Not with the maps

he makes.

You make maps?

You can go anyplace

with his maps.

I've always been

interested in maps.

Ever since i've been

a little boy, i...

"langdon towne.

Harvard college."

Hmm. Quite an eye

for detail.

Ah. Thank you,

flint.

Cold rum is just

a temporary drink.

Ill wear off

in a day or two,

but hot rum

will last you

as long

as a coonskin cap.

Whas, uh,

whas this map?

Oh, thas

the northwest passage.

What do you know about

the northwest passage?

All they know

at harvard.

All they know

at harvard.

Where'd you

hear about it?

Oh, tall tales,

trappers' stories.

Whas a harvard fella

like you aim to do

in albany?

We aim to join

dutch traders

and go west.

What for?

Well, paint indians.

Indians?

Paint indians?

As long as we got...

long as we're going,

i could paint them

as they really are.

Smart fella like you...

can make maps,

drink rum.

I'm surprised

you're not in the army.

I'd be

more surprised if i was.

Well, you never

can tell nowadays

whall

surprise a man next.

We've got enough sense

not to join the army.

We don't aim to dig ditches

and chop down trees

and get shot at

in a red coat

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