Sergeant York Page #3

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- Now just you skedaddle.

- Ma wants you home.

- Now look here, George...

- Ma wants you.

- Shucks, son of a gun...

- Well,

reckon I better go. I'll be seeing you.

His ma wants him.

Get up.

Here, here. Quit that.

Hold your horses, Marter.

Here we go.

Here we go again.

I'm still a-coming.

Say when you got enough.

Say it.

Enough, enough.

Ma wants you, Alvin.

Ma wants you.

Coming, George.

- I'll be seeing you.

- So long, Al.

Here he is, Ma.

It took a heap of looking,

but he come easy.

- Fetch me a pail of water, George.

- Yessum.

Breakfast's ready, now it is.

Better be getting at it.

South field needs a-plowing.

The Lord bless these victuals we done got

and help us to be

beholding to nobody. Amen.

I reckon you'll want some salt

on your pone.

Whoa, Fred.

Giddap, Noah.

Whoa.

- Howdy, Pastor.

- Howdy, Alvin.

I've been kind of expecting you.

I'm right sorry about the other night, I...

I reckon I done the wrong thing.

See that rock, Alvin?

You've been plowing around that rock

a heap of years.

Sure have.

Did you ever think when you start plowing

your furrows crooked,

it's mighty hard to get 'em straight again.

- I never thought on it much.

- It's that a-way, I reckon,

with other things besides plowing.

Satan's got you by the shirttail, Alvin.

Sure has. Giddap, Noah.

He's gonna yank you straight down to hell.

You are plum right, Pastor.

You gotta make him let loose of you

before it's too late.

I sure wish I know'd how.

Wrestle him, Alvin,

wrestle him like you would a bear.

I done wrestled him, Pastor, but...

Whoa, whoa there, Noah.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, Noah.

But old Satan, he hangs on tight.

You and the Lord could throw him, Alvin.

Why, twixt the two of you,

you'd have old Satan down in a jiffy.

Why, I sure wish the Lord would throw in.

He will, if you ask him.

Oh, I done prayed, Pastor,

till I was black in the face.

- But it wasn't no use.

- It ain't only praying, Alvin, it's believing.

Now, you see here.

Take a look at the old oak yonder.

Looks mighty strong.

Been standing there since your pa

was a boy a-plowing in the same field.

Looks like it could go right on standing

all by itself, don't it?

Yep.

Just a-resting itself

and feeding on the earth.

Well, it can't. It can't stand there

without there's a lot of deep roots

a-holding it up.

Can't see the roots,

but they're there just the same.

It appears to me it's been planned

a fellow's got to have his roots

in something outside his own self.

I reckon I ain't found no roots

what'll hold me up, when...

When I'm hell-bent to fall.

And then take the animals in the woods.

Squirrels'd go mighty hungry

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