Young Mr. Lincoln Page #3

a heap of yellin' and carryin' on.

It's gonna be quite a pleasure

to listen to after this.

Yessiree, Bob.

Yessiree, Bob.

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Here comes Lily!

Hey, Ma!

- Hey, Lily!

- I'll have my flapjacks well done, Lily!

Buckwheat cakes!

Buckwheat cakes, Lily!

Yep. Them's the veterans

of the revolution.

- Mornin', Miss Edwards.

- Good morning.

Ninian.

- Mornin', Mr. Douglas.

- Mr. Lincoln.

How are you, Miss Ricketts?

Ladies?

Nice parade, Ninian.

Mary, this is Mr. Abraham Lincoln.

This is my sister, who's just come up

from Lexington to visit us - Miss Mary Todd.

Mr. Lincoln, I've been hearing

some mighty fine things about you.

Mustn't believe everything

Douglas here says about me.

We kinda straddle

different political fences.

Oh, but I haven't been discussing you

with any other gentlemen.

My sisters told me about you.

You're in the legislature, aren't you?

If you put that in the past tense,

I'll plead guilty. I was in the legislature.

Mr. Lincoln's practicing law with John Stuart,

my opponent for Congress.

That's a mighty flatterin' way

he puts it, ma'am...

when what I'm really doin'

is wearin' a hole in Stuart's best rocking chair.

First I thought

it was that apple, for sure.

Then I sank my teeth

into that peach, and...

I just couldn't seem to

make up my mind.

So I sample the apple again.

Hey, you all

can't do that to me.

Aw, go on back to that!

- What is it?

- It's a pie-judging contest, Ma.

I should've brung

one of my sweet potato pies.

- You sure should, Miss Clay.

- You'd sure win.

I wish you had, Miss Clay.

They're so good!

- Look.! He's sure hungry.!

- Yes, he is.!

By the time I get the apple down,

the peach is smellin' so good...

I'm sure it's the best.

So it goes.

First one, then the other.

The Hog Wallow Boys,

undefeated champions of Sangamon County...

led by Buck Troup!

The Speed County Demons,

led by Efe Tyler!

Ready!

Get set!

One, two, three...

go!

Dig your heels in.!

Leave my wife alone.

Who, me?

If you ain't lookin' for trouble,

get away from here.

- Adam! Matt!

- You'd better look out, Scrub.

- You're gonna get hurt.

- Yeah.

What are you gonna use on me?

Knives, or pistols, or your fists?

We ain't botherin' nobody.

We're just here to have a good time,

so you please to leave us alone.

- Come on now, Matt. Come on, Adam.

- Come on, Scrub. We got plenty of time later.

Bye, honey. See you later.

Dig your heels! Dig your heels!

Dig your heels in!

Come on.!

Hey.! Giddyap, mule.!

Adam, you got to

promise me somethin'.

You got to promise me we'll come to town

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