The Prisoner of Shark Island Page #3

Sergeant- in front.

Have you ever heard

of John Wilkes Booth?

Never.

- He's quite a well-known actor.

- An act-

Igad, sir.

I leave actors to women.

Rockaby, little baby

There were an old woman

who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children,

she didn't know what to do.

So she spanked them

and put them to bed.

Howdy, little Johnny Reb.

What do you call that?

- That's my dolly's carriage.

That's the first time I ever saw

a dolly's carriage with a spur on it.

Now, look.

You've broken my dolly!

Ah, we can fix that. Here.

Ah, I've done this lots of times.

This'll be easy.

And if I had my way, igad...

I'd line up every dad-blamed

official of the North, sir...

and have them shot!

Yes, sir.

Have them shot!

And are these the sentiments

of your son-in-law?

My son-in-law, sir, is a Southerner.

Then with your permission,

Colonel, or without it...

we'll wait here for him.

- Uh-

- Colonel!

Stay here...

and sit down.

You colored brothers

have got to realize...

that you're no longer slaves!

You're free men, and you're as good

as any white man in the state of Maryland!

The right to vote is yours,

and it's up to you to take it!

- Whoa.

- Don't let him think he can scare you.

- You're just as good as he is,

as good as any white man!

- Wait a minute.

Who gave you permission to come on my land

and take my hands away from their work?

You can't bluff me, Mudd!

You're a slaver, and you always have been!

Are you gonna get off my place,

or do you wanna be thrown off?

These colored men are my friends.

- Go on. Throw him off.

- Get back! Keep away!

Don't you dare lay your black hands

on a white man!

Why, Captain, you just been telling us

we's as good as you is.

Hey, Buck! Buck!

Come here.

Yes, sir, Marse Sam.

Get back to your cabin.

Rosabelle's baby's born.

Is she, sir?

Well, what kind I got this time, sir?

A fine-lookin' boy.

Strong as a bull.

Come on. Giddyap.

I vow and do declare!

Another boy!

That Rosabelle sure do have a lot of children,

don't she, Marse Sam?

Do you hear that, mule?

Well, whose big girl is this

coming to meet her daddy, huh?

It's Martha!

But, honey, you-you've been crying.

Wait a minute.

Who made my big girl cry?

The soldier broke my dolly. See?

Why, darling, no, no.

There aren't any soldiers around here.

You oughta know that.

Peggy! Oh, Peggy!

- Good morning.

- Good mornin' nothin'!

Don't speak to the filthy

Yankee hounds, igad!

Come bustin' in a man's home

here when he's eating his vittles.

- Dr. Mudd?

- Yes?

Do you know John Wilkes Booth?

Why, I've seen him. L-Yes,

I've seen him on a stage in Washington.

Would you recognize him

if you saw him on the street?

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