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Stow it forward, son.

All right, father.

Make it fast, my boy.

Yes, father.

Reel her through the back, Alan.

Yes, father.

Must be 5:00, father.

There's the Boston stage.

Cap Huff, where you going?

Can't stop now.

I'm on an errand of mercy.

When did you start tending bar?

Why, Langdon!

Hello, son.

The day you left for Harvard,

I started my education at Studely's Tavern.

Hunk Marriner's in sore need of this.

Where is Hunk?

On public exhibition.

Bring that tankard here

and let me hide my face in it in shame.

Well, if it ain't Langdon Towne,

my educated friend.

Why, you old possum.

Go over there and shake hands with me.

I'm glad to see you.

Let me give him that.

Sure this is good for him?

This ain't the silly season.

You give it to him.

I'd as soon try to fill a sieve.

What put him in here this time?

Clagett, the King's attorney.

Clagett? Did you bite him or just kick him?

No. I'm in for public speaking.

What brought you home
in time for deer season?

You might call it public speaking.

Pictures speak louder than words.

Ha! What is it the skunk can't stand
the smell of, the puritan or the pie?

The Pie! The usual pie Harvard pie.

Who's the puritan?

The president of Harvard.

Now the president can't stand
the smell of you. Is that it?

He asked me to go far, far away.

Oh, Langdon, you ought to
know better than that.

Whiskers on a skunk grow up, not down.

Well, somehow I've never been on
very intimate terms with a skunk.

Ha, ha!

Does your father know about this, Langdon?

No, and its not going to be easy to
tell him I've been sacked from Harvard.

No 'taint.

Drop over to the tavern afterwards.

I'll be there, too Langdon.

They lock me up about
sundown, but I usually

break outta that flimsy
old jail around 8:00.

Here, here! Mind your step.

Mind my step?

Everybody knows Clage's a tyrant and thief!

I wouldn't be here now

if he hadn't tried to tax my old father

of half his fish catch!

Save it, Hunk.

The time will come.

A hundred years the Townes

have
rigged-out ships.

They had hoped to bring into
port a professional man...

a lawyer, a clergyman.

And now their
first great venture

is dashed
on the rocks of youthful folly.

I ask your forgiveness for
disappointing you and mother.

I ask my brothers to forgive me

for throwing away my chance.

Aw, Langdon.

I want my sons to take up
for their rights,

but I hate for my boy

to go around with his
heart on his sleeve.

Yes, mother?

I'm sorry Langdon's
lost his chance

to be a clergyman.

He's always shown his feelings.

Clergymen show their feelin's on all occasions.

Well, that’s a
clergyman's privilege.

Artists should show
their feelings, too.

And if he's going
to be a painter,

he's got to feel about things.

Yes. If he felt
that way,

he felt that way.

We'll have to make the best
of our disappointments.

Oh, father!

Son, what was in that pie?

I never got that far, Sir.

May Langdon borrow
a sunday shirt

to call on Elizabeth tonight?

Of course, but remember...

keep our disappointments
within the family.

I don't want Langdon to bow
his head to Reverend Browne.

The Townes have
been rigging ships

just as long as the Brownes

have been sending sinners to...

Hades.

I declare!

Langdon.

Elizabeth.

I can't believe it.

What can't you believe?

You're more beautiful
than ever.

Oh, no.

Langdon, are those the manners

they teach you at Harvard?

I thought of you all the time,

made a thousand sketches

of the way you'd look
when I saw you again.

I'm sure you never
gave me a thought

with all those lovely
ladies in Boston.

I made one good sketch.

You're looking at me
over your shoulder.

Every time I see it,

my heart comes into my throat.

[Knocking]

But...

we don't have to see
your father just yet.

Do we?

That horrid Hunk Marriner's

told everybody in Portsmouth.

Good evening, Mrs. Browne.

Good evening, Jane.

Hi, Sam.

Reverend...

now that you have willfully thrown aside

an education at Harvard

and a career in the ministry,

how do you propose to
support yourself in life?

I want to be an artist,

an American artiSt... a painter.

A painter?

Heaven forbid!

Painters, actors, mountebanks...

drunkards rolling in the gutter.

Not all artists are like that.

Rubens and Velásquez were great gentlemen.

Sir joshua reynolds
is the toast of london.

I mean no offense, my boy,

when I say that you are not
exactly a velasquez or a rubens.

I can only say that
if you persist
in this career,

then nothing can save you.

And I am sure my daughter

thinks as I do.

Don't you, Elizabeth?

Father's usually
right, Langdon.

Then I suppose there's nothing

left for me to say.

Langdon.

Let him think it over,
Elizabeth.

He'll feel differently, Sir.

Depend on me.

[Fiddle playing sprightly tune]

[Whistling same tune]

Hey, cap.

One minute, jonathan.

Mr. Studely, you always
do well by your patronage.

Very well, indeed.

Some girl came from london.

Oh, it isn't Elizabeth's fault.

It's that pompous
old... parson.

I've learned not
to argue with him.

I can't afford to

if I expect to marry
one of his daughters.

If you're trying
to drink yourself
out of lovesickness,

we've got some rum

that will burn the knots
out of a pine plank.

Bring it in.

I wouldn't drink any more.

Why shouldn't I drink?

Browne said all painters
are drunkards.

The old hypocrite wouldn't care

if he thought they'd be rich.

Money and power...
that's all he
cares about,

hobnobbing with rich scoundrels

that put poor woodsmen
like Hunk in jail.

Hunk got himself in jail

for talking against
wise-man Clagett.

It was Hunk's own fault
for talking.

It was Clagett's fault
for deserving to be
talked againSt.

Oh, claptrap.

Claptrap?

Wise man Clagett's
the biggest thief
in this province.

Shh. Not so loud.

Oh, I mustn't talk,
or I'll get put
in jail?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Clagett can steal
100,000 acres of land
from this province,

but nobody must talk about it.

And he's hand-in-glove
with that indian agent,
Sir William Johnson.

They let men like Hunk
clear the land

and risk being scalped
by indians,

then take it away from them.

Be quiet, Langdon.

They'd steal the pennies
off a dead man's eyes,

but Elizabeth's father
wouldn't care.

Well, gentlemen...

to what are we indebted
for this pleasure,
Mr. Clagett?

Mr. Livermore,

I find you
in dangerous company.

You may withdraw.

Langdon Towne is my gueSt.

If you're here to say
something to him,

say it to me also.

You wish to defend libels

against his majesty's
representatives?

Certainly not.

Then you've no business here.

I bid you good evening.

Packer, open the door

and give Mr. Livermore
any necessary
assistance.

Get out!

Now, Sir, do you wish
to make a statement?

Why should I make
any statement?

You've made yourself liable
to very dangerous charges.

You've slandered me,

libeled that good man
Sir William Johnson,

repeated shameful rumors,
lies, calumnies.

I'd never repeat calumnies
about innocent men.

What's that you said?

I don't believe they're lies.

Langdon, no.

He's dangerously intoxicated,

a threat to the safety
of the community.

Take him aboard
the battleship
in the harbor.

You can't shanghai me!

I demand that
word be taken
to my family.

Raving from
the effects of drink.

Raving.

Who's the one raving,
Packer or Clagett?

Take them both!

Langdon, you're
in bad company...

the loWest scoundrels
in Portsmouth.

Why, you...

[Hunk Marriner]
Out the window,
Langdon!

Take to the woods
and keep going.

Oh, your excellency!

They went that way!
That way!

See any Redcoats?

No, but there's a fella inside

in some green outfit.

54's a lot of miles
without no rum.

Shall we risk it?

and such great names
as these

but of all the worlds
great heroes

there's none
that can compare

to the toh-roh
toh-roh toh-roh-toh

to the British grenadier

here, you.

What's the matter?

We ain't busted no laws.

You can sing, 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.

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.

I’ll wear off in a day or two,

but hot rum will last you

as long as a coonskin cap.

What's, uh, what's this map?

Oh, that's
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.

What's 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

what'll 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

that stands out
like a house on fire.

Might as well be back in jail.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe what you're saying

is just plain common sense.

Anyway, I wouldn't
recommend the British.

Maybe those Dutch up in Albany

might just suit you.

Here's to them.

Makes me want
to shoot a panther.

Two or three drinks of this,

you won't have to
shoot the panther.

Just walk up to him,
kiss him once,

and put him in your bag, all limp.

[Snoring]

[Fife and drums playing]

What the heck was that?

On your feet.

Come on, on your feet.

John, take that shirt off.

We're military.

Where are we?

Crown Point.

Get over with the scouts.

Kankaba sick indian.

Kankaba so, so sick.

Of course you're sick.

I've never seen an indian

need a coat of paint
worse than you do.

Where are my maps?

Major Rogers took care
of them for you.

Major Rogers?

The Indian fighter?

Say,

is he the fella that mixed
that panther juice?

He brought you here
with that indian scout.

That indian got drunk
and went over the hill.

If you let one indian get away,

they'll all get away.

So Major Rogers went after
that indian hisself.

The smartest indian alive

can't think half as much
like an indian

as Major Rogers can.

We're going to Albany,
and I want those maps.

All right.

Come along, and we'll
get them for you.

Rogers thinks
we're drunk enough

to join those Redcoats,
he's crazy.

You mean them clay dolls?

No. Major Rogers
ain't no redcoat.

Haven't you heard
of Rogers' Rangers?

They fight indians mostly,
don't they?

Indians? Hah!

They do everything mostly.

Look over there.

McNeil, where do you think

Major Rogers will take us?

One man's guess is as
good as another's.

Well, here we are.

Wait outside, Sergeant.

Yes, Sir.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Anything more I can
do for you, command me.

You can return my maps
and sketchbook

and explain why we're here.

I owed you both a good turn.

It's no good turn
I can make out.

Don't you know
we're fighting a war?

The woods are full of indians

who'd enjoy using your hair

to make their girls
look up to them.

I see you've left
a girl at home.

It wouldn't be right for you
to go home without your hair.

There are no hostile indians
between here and Albany.

Well, suppose there aren't.

I need a man who can make maps.

I need him bad.

If you'd join my Rangers

and make a map for me
now and then,

I'd show you all the
indians you could paint.

Of course, my Rangers
are a pretty rough lot,

maybe too rough
for an educated man.

He ain't that educated,

and we can take care
of ourselves.

Then you'll take to my Rangers

like a duck to water.

They wear fancy uniforms

and eat like Major Generals.

Sometimes there's quite
a spell between meals,

but that only
whets your appetite.

Now and then they have to
kill an indian or two.

I want to paint live indians.

All right. When you
see an indian,

you paint him alive as
long as you feel safe.

When he gets too close,

let him have it

and then finish him
with a hatchet.

Well, that's just
plain common sense.

We're going out tonight

and in whaleboats.

You won't even have to walk to start with,

just a pleasure boat
ride on the lake.

You can come along as mapmaker

in boat number one with me.

How about it?

Good. We'll endeavor
to teach you things

that Harvard College
overlooked.

Your orders, Major.

I presume you've planned your movement.

We go up the lake far as
we can with the boats.

The enemy will be
watching the lake,

but we'll row by night
and hide by day.

When we leave the boats,
we'll take our chances.

If we move fast

we can do what's got to be done.

Sir William Johnson

thinks you ought
to wait until spring.

General Amherst, they
expect me next spring.

That's why I want to move now.

As his Majesty's Superintendent
of Indian Affairs,

I speak with some authority.

In my opinion,
you haven't a chance now.

General Amherst,

speaking for my men
and for myself,

those red hellions up there

have come down and hacked
and murdered us,

burned our homes, stolen women,

brained babies,
scalped stragglers,

and roasted officers over
slow fires for five years.

If you were in our place,

what would you do?

By jove, I'd go after them.

Thank you, Sir.

Well, then, inspection.

I've made it appear
the usual thing

in case enemy spies
are watching the fort.

Prepare for inspection!

Present your firearms!

Your scouts seem anxious enough

to hit the trail.

Where did these Mohawks
come from, Sir?

Sir William's
offered them as scouts.

Are they scouting for me
or for Sir William?

Do you imply my Mohawks aren't loyal?

They're loyal to you,

and you and I have never agreed

upon the best way
to deal with indians.

It's crown policy.
Take them along.

Yes, Sir.

Mr. Ritchie, my compliments
to the command.

Dismissed.

Dismiss the Battalion.

Colors, right wheel!

Shoulder your firearms!

To the right, face!

Forward march!

Number three company,

to the left, face!

My compliments
to your men, Major.

Dismissed.

I shall be sorry to lose them.

We'll be back in October.

When do you start?

When the last glow of the sun

has left the Western sky.

Rangers.

Number six boat.

Number four boat.

Number six.

Number seven.

Number seven.

Come on, number seven.

Where we going?

Think the Major tells
before starting out?

He ain't a fool.

We're in number one boat.

There it is.
Get in.

Take your places, men.

Number 13 filled and ready.

Number 16 filled and ready.

Number 14 filled and ready.

Number 12 filled and ready.

Number 10 filled and ready.

Number one filled and ready.

Anybody dead in number 17?

Maybe they aren't going.

Number 17 filled and ready.

All right.
Send them off.

Push off, men.

Up oars, men.

Buttonmould bay.

Turn in here.

Captain, you'll post sentries on the ridge.

Four to watch

and two to sleep by turn.

No fires, no cooking,
no smoking.

Have the men get some sleep.

We won't move till dark.

Does anyone know
where we're going?

Hard to say, son.

Suogataw.

Where's that?

It's as good a name
for no where as any.

Webster got a letter yesterday.

His wife died.

He's not feeling very good.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yes, I suppose a man does
get attached to a woman

after he's lived with her
a few years.

Where'd you come from?

Portsmouth.

It's funny I never
seen you before.

I was born in Portsmouth.

I been away to Harvard College.

Harvard?

No wonder you don't sound right.

How'd you come to join the Rangers?

Wise man Clagett.

Who?

That skunk Clagett,
you know him?

He tried to put me in jail.

Then when you go home,

some of us better go with you.

If Clagett says anything,

we'll take his jail to pieces,

just to give him the idea.

Yeah.
You say when.

These fellas aren't
so bad, after all.

Towne. Major wants you.

Got Buzzards Bay there?

We'll make it tonight.

That isn't very far, Sir.

Better to take your time
going 10 miles and make it

than it is trying to go 30

is such a hurry that you don't.

These Frenchmen pop out
of the water like frogs.

Want to paint some indians?

I don't see any indians, Major.

Then you'd better keep looking.

If they see you first, you'll
lay where they leave you.

We don't stop for funerals.

Just what did they
teach you at Harvard

about a Northwest Passage?

Why, how the early explorers

looked for a shortcut by water

through America to Japan,

but they all failed.

Of course. There
is no shortcut.

The only true route
to the Western ocean

will be found by men
who break trails

and fight indians.

That's my aim when
all this is over.

There.
Now you can see

what the enemy looks like.

Are those Frenchmen?

They look like toy soldiers.

They see our boats, you'll
find out different.

Get down, men.

Keep your fingers
on your triggers.

Don't fire unless they see us.

Better get some sleep.

Yes, Sir.

Don't you ever sleep?

Uh-huh, sometimes.

On your feet.

Come on, men.
Come on.

We're moving out.

Muffle your oars and oarlocks.

Come on, Towne, get up.

On your feet.

Muffle oars and oarlocks.

Muffle that oar tight, jesse,

so the leather doesn't slip.

Can't have any squeaks tonight.

We're slipping by the French, eh, Major?

They're camped
ahead somewhere.

The lake's as narrow

as the neck of a gin bottle.

We've got to sneak by without
the rattle of a button.

We mustn't even
hear ourselves breathe.

Put some grease
on that leather.

Yes, Major.

Wrap wool around that.

Leather against leather
squeaks.

We can breathe easy now.

We're safe.

Safe?

Yeah.

Like rats in a trap.

On your feet, men.

On your feet, men.

Come on.
We're moving out.

Come on.
Wake up, men.

On your feet, men.

We're moving, men.

On your feet.
Come on.

Get up.

Uncover your boat.

[Speaking Mohawk]

He say Mohawk saw no
Frenchmen ahead on lake.

Way is clear for you.

[Speaking Mohawk]

Put them in the boat.

I don't know.

There were Frenchmen
in that camp

we passed last night.

There must be more Frenchmen
ahead of us.

Perhaps our friends just went
out to take a good sleep.

That's just what I was thinking.

Well, we'll know
before morning.

All right, men.

Push off.

Push off.

Let's get moving.

French gunboats at the
mouth of the river.

We can move
around them tonight.

No, the lake's too narrow.

We'll have to get around
them some other way.

Turn in here.

Men, some French sloops
are anchored ahead

just beyond the point.

Now, with their lookouts,

we won't get by unnoticed.

We can wipe them out.

Give us a chance.

No, no.

Somebody would be sure
to get away

and announce our coming.

Now, uh...

the only thing to do
is to go where they can't.

Men, if you found yourselves
stopped by the dirty enemy

and you had to get around him

and you were going to need
your boats again bad,

what would you do?

Major, I'd take the boats
with me over that hill.

Webster, so would I.

And with as little noise
as possible.

Uhh!

Arggh!

Good work, men.

All we have to do now

is get down to the bottom.

Funny thing about a boat...

it's no good to you
on the top of a hill.

Good work, men.

I'm proud of you.

Did you hear that?

Now bring those Mohawks to me.

Keep a report of this, Towne.

Our friends the Mohawks

are known throughout the world

as great warriors.

They've come a long journey

from their homes
in the Mohawk Valley,

and we, their friends,

thought they had come
to raise their hatchets

for the great King
their father.

We trusted them to find
the French's hiding place.

They returned saying
they'd seen nothing,

yet three French war boats
were in the way,

enough to kill us all.

It is impossible to make war
if you are dead.

Tell them that.

He say their father,
Sir William Johnson,

understand there is time make war

and time not make war.

This is not time make war.

Ohh.

Well, now we understand
why Sir William Johnson

sent our brothers
the Mohawks to join us.

He sent them to drink our rum,

eat our food, and do nothing.

Since they won't obey orders,

they must return
to Crown Point.

If they tell the real reason
they came back,

General Amherst
might have them shot,

so they'll say
they became sick.

It may seem remarkable
that all of the Mohawks

became sick.

They may be called old women
for doing so.

Better to be called old women

than to be shot.

They will return at once
by land.

Let's move.

Get their belongings
from the boat.

I'm going to see
what those sloops are doing.

Them Mohawks had pelts
half as good as a weasel,

they'd be worth shooting.

I'd burn them alive.

Injuns is peculiar people.

You can't judge them
like white folks.

Those Mohawks are snakes.

Hey, put that down!

What's going on here?

Captain, you can't do that.

Can't?

What can't I?

These red skunks stole the
powder out of the boat.

Blow his head off!

Step aside.
Let this indian through.

I won't back down
for that dirty skunk.

Follow orders.

Go jump in the lake.

You can't throw us orders.

We've got more brains than you.

You dirty provincial.

Dirty provincials?

That's what you think.

You and your highlanders

and your Black Irish.

You ain't Rangers.

Your brass-button
soldiers

filled up with poisoned skunk water

and sawdust!

Major, we needed that powder.

If Captain Williams
hadn't interfered,

none of this would've happened.

You can't take liberties with an indian.

No matter how
these indians behave,

you've got to
keep them friendly.

We've got enough
unfriendly ones.

But that's beside the point.

You didn't maintain discipline.

The moment discipline's
gone, everything's gone.

Major, I thought...

Captain Butterfield,
you're going back.

Report to General Amherst
that you got sick, too.

You're sick, and so is every
man with a powder burn

who goes back with you.

Captain Williams...

Captain Williams, I'm putting you
in charge of all these sick men.

You'll start back at once.

Major, I'd like to say a word.

Say it.

Counting the Mohawks,

you're sending back 40 men.

That's 20% of your command.

You can't afford to
lose that many, Major.

Couldn't you...

reconsider those orders?

I can still see out of one eye.

Captain Williams,
you're going back

because you're in
no condition to go on,

but most of you are going back

because you can't
maintain discipline.

I'd make this expedition
with 50 men.

Yes, with 10 men.

I'd do more with those 10

than I could with 200
who didn't obey orders.

All the men in this
detachment are Rangers.

Do you understand?

They're not Englishmen
or Highlanders or Irishmen.

They're Rangers.

And if I find
two men leading together

as americans or Englishmen,

by heavens, I'll send them back

if we're within 20 feet
of where we're going.

Dismissed.

Injured men fall in there.

The rest of us will push on.

We can't risk being bottled
up in a little stream.

Fall in!

Follow me to the boats!

Any orders, Sir?

Have them cover the boats well.

Yes, Sir.

Well, Captain,

this is as far as we can go
with the boats.

Have every man
fill his meal bag.

Assemble all ranks
at the base of split rock

in full marching kit.

Very good, Sir.

Captain Jacobs, Kankaba.

Men, you've followed me
faithfully

and without questions,

and I appreciate it.

Now the time has come

for you to know
where we're going,

although some of you
probably have already guessed.

Here's General Amherst

and our forces at Crown Point.

Here's Lake Champlain
and Missisquol Bay

where we are now.

Up here is
the St. Lawrence river

and Canada.

And right there

is the spot we're headed for...

the Abanochl Indians
at St. Francis.

That's where
we wanted to go, Major.

I don't have to tell you
who the Abanochis are.

Most of you have lost
folks and friends

in indian raids since '57.

You'll find their scalps
at St. Francis.

Some of you men
fought in the battle

on snowshoes last year.

Ask Joe Turner.

He was there.
He'll tell you.

They captured Lieutenants
Crofton and Phillips

and 20 other Rangers.

Lieutenant Crofton's
brother is here.

He can tell you
what happened to them.

Yes, Major.

I can tell you.

Phillips had a strip of skin

torn upward from his stomach.

They hung him from a
tree while still alive.

They chopped his men up
with hatchets

and threw the pieces
into the pine.

They tore my brother's arms out of him.

They chopped the ends of his
ribs away from his backbone

and pried them out through
his skin one by one.

That's what happened
to Crofton and Phillips.

But they were soldiers.
They had to take their chances.

But your folks
on the border farms,

they weren't fighting anybody.

They were clearing woods
and plowing

and raising children,

trying to make a home of it.

And then one night,

Abanochl tomahawks at the door.

If it was over quick,
they were lucky.

Now, if there's any man here

who doesn't want to follow me

against these indians,

he can step out now.

Destroy that map.

We'll leave provisions here
for our return.

Take two indians
and watch the boats.

If the French find them,
notify me quickly.

Well, men, you won't have
any boats to row,

and you won't have any time
to sit down.

You won't be bothered
with blisters

where you got them now.

We're going through the swamps

so we won't leave any tracks.

Number one squad!

Till we're out of the bog,

we'll march three abreaSt.

Straighten that line!

We'll stop every hour
to save straggling.

We can't afford to lose anybody

on this trip.

All set?

Yeah!
Yeah!

Forward!

We'll go north all afternoon.

Should strike some
shallow water by evening.

Mosquitoes don't bite you, do they?

Nope.

You put something on
to keep them off?

Rancid bear's grease.

They hate the stink
worse than I do.

Thanks.

I'll keep the mosquitoes.

Get off that dry land.

No tracks.

Where does he get that energy?

Don't you wish
you were like him?

Heck no.

I'd rather be like me.

Captain Ogden?

Captain Ogden.

Travel north
by northeast today.

I don't see any reason to
dillydally here any longer.

Very good, Sir.

Tell the men we'll eat
breakfast on the move.

Come on.

Hit the trail.

We'll eat on the march.

Come on, men.

Ohh.

I've slept in
a lot of worse places,

but right now,

I can't recall
just where they was.

All right, men!
On your feet!

Get that column formed!

Come on.
Keep moving, men.

Too bad this bog
isn't rum and eggnog.

We'd all be mellow
as horse apples.

Here.
Save that stuff, man.

Learn to keep going
on a mouthful a day.

Yes, Sir, Major.

Keep going.

Break your leg, Webster?

Yeah, in two places.

rest here a while?

Thought I would.

Well, you'll want some tobacco.

Won't need all that, Major.

Oh, you better keep it, anyway.

Good luck, Webster.

Get a redskin for me,
won't you?

Better than that, Major.

I've got her loaded
with buckshot.

That's the spirit, Webster.

You can't leave a man behind like this.

Webster knew what would happen

if he couldn't keep up.

And he understands that you'd
like to help him, too,

that we all would.

He understands the same
as I would myself.

Keep going.

Keep going, men.

We'll rest here a while.

I've sent Jacobs on ahead.

Should be near
the St. Francis river.

Have the men fall out.

Fall out, men!

Fall out!
Fall out!

Ain't you sick of
sausage and cornmeal?

No, can't say I am,

seeing this is all we got.

Now, if I had been led
to expect roast turkey,

I'd be sick of
sausage and cornmeal,

but not otherwise.

Major!

Major Rogers!

Kankaba!

Major!

The boats!

The boats!

What about the boats?

The French found our boats!

Quiet.

Captain Ogden, wait a minute.

This concerns all of us.

When did it happen?

Sundown, three suns ago.

How many French and indians?

Maybe 500.

500? 500?
500? 500?

Well, men, the French think
they've trapped us.

They think they've cut us off

and that this is the end
of Rogers' Rangers.

They've been trying for
five years to wipe us out.

Now they think
they'll have our scalps.

They're probably
counting the money.

1,000 pounds for my head alone.

They want us pretty bad,
the French do.

Want to know how I feel,
I'll tell you.

We've always done things
they thought were impossible,

and I don't propose
to stop now.

No!
No!

They think they've got us.

They think
we're as good as dead.

They haven't got me,
and they haven't got you.

Not yet, they haven't.

I don't think they ever will,

if we continue to fight
as we have in the past.

Get out your maps.

Yes, Sir.

Lieutenant McMullen...

that's a bad knee, Lieutenant.

You'll never make it.

There's nothing the matter with my knee.

Good.

I'm sending you back to
Crown Point with a message.

Remember this map
is a big inverted "V."

We're going up
to St. Francis.

Then we'll start down
past Lake Memphremagog.

Tell General Amherst
to send food for 150 men

to old Fort Wentworth

or where it was
if it's fallen down.

Circle around the French,

even if you have to make
a 50-mile detour.

They'll be following us.

Take Keely and Wilson with you.

They're too sick to go on.

Don't tell them the message
unless you have to.

If the French take you,

don't let them know
how we plan to get back

no matter what they do.

You've got to get through.

Provisions for 150 men
at Fort Wentworth.

You're coming back
the eastern leg

past Lake Emphremagog.

That's right.

That's how we'll come back

if we come back.

Good luck.

Goodbye, Major.

Keely! Wilson!

We're moving!

Big river.

That'll be
the St. Francis.

Tell Captain Ogden
to have the men fall in.

We'll cross at once.

Yes, Sir.

Forward, men!

Forward!

We ought to be about
15 miles above town.

How many rafts
shall we make, Sir?

We got no time for rafts.

Have the men
plug their muskets.

We'll wade it.

How can we wade that?

Well...

you could, couldn't you,

if you had a good stout chain

stretched across to hang on to?

Sure, Major, but we ain't got no chain.

Well, we'll make one.

We'll make a human chain, man by man.

I don't know that it's
ever been done before,

but that's no reason
why it can't be.

I'll see what it's like.

Now, ain't he a caution?

We ferry boats over a hill

where a panther couldn't crawl.

Now we make a chain
across a river

where a fish couldn't swim.

All right.

Take your indians downstream.

If anybody drowns, get them.

Can't have any bodies

floating down the St.
Francis to give warning.

Ogden!
Yes, Sir!

Pick your best men.

Come on, men!

Grab a hand!

Take a good hold, men.
Now, don't let go.

How about you, Towne?

Do you feel husky enough
to be the first man over?

Yes, Sir.

When you get on the other side,

get out your notebook and keep count.

Yes Sir.

Keep your feet, men!

Get that man!

Fill it in, men! Fill in that break!

Come on. We got to keep moving.

It's Boyle. He's sick.

I'll go and get him.

Stay where you are.

We'll have to leave him.

Boyle, keep traveling east,

try to keep out of the way of the French.

They'll be following us.

Good luck!

Come on, Avery.

We've got to keep moving.

When you get across,

tell the men to pull us over.

Well done, Major.

Well done, Major.

Nice work, Major.

Shall we bury the dead, Sir?

No time for funerals.
Hide them in the bushes.

Yes Sir.

What do you make of it?

142... 5 are
without muskets.

Not bad.
Could be worse.

I could take Quebec
with 142 men like these.

Now draw your loads
and reload with buckshot.

We're heading
for St. Francis.

Forward, march!

Let's see now.

Bayonet...

bullets...

powder...

hatchet, and...

I've been saving this here
for the fireworks.

They're having some sort
of celebration.

They're probably all drunk,
but we can't count on it.

Every man must get some sleep.

You're going to need it.

You asleep, Langdon?

No. Are you?

What are you thinking about?

Oh, just things.

Sunday at home.

My mother in the kitchen

pouring flapjack batter.

Firelight at Studely's Tavern.

Elizabeth Browne.

The way her hand touched mine

when we held
the hymnbook in church.

The Major's back,
and everything's all right.

All right?

Yes. We're going
to attack at dawn.

Come on, men.

Come on!

You sure you got everything?

Hatchet, boots,
bullets, powder?

Kind of wish I was
back in jail now.

Yeah.

Now pay attention.

I've just had
a look at the town.

They've been having a whale
of a time all night.

Haven't left a sentry out.

The wind is in our favor.

Even the dogs can't smell us.

Lucky thing for the dogs.

We're to wipe out this town,

so see that you do it.

Kill every fighting indian
quick and kill them dead.

Don't kill our own indians
or the white captives.

Our indians will have
white crosses on their backs.

Remember this...

down there is the food
we've dreamed of...

and we're going to need it

if we expect to stay alive.

We'll get it, too.
All of it.

Towne, you and Marriner go with me.

You, too, McNott,
and Sergeant Lucas.

All right.

Now listen to
your company commanders.

Repeat what you're going to do.

I'll advance
with 50 men and torches.

We'll fire the village, then
move to the river's edge

and hold the beach.

Right. Dunbar?

Hold the ridge and kill them

if they try to escape this way.

I'm to barricade the river
road above the village.

I'll block the downstream end.

Shoot down the dogs
that tortured my brother.

Right.

Attack when you hear me
give the cry of the loon.

All right.

Fix your bayonets.
Report to your stations.

Good luck.

Thank you, Sir.

Come on, Towne.

Cold?

I never shot a man before.

I know just how you feel.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I was paralyzed
all through my first fight.

Like getting buck fever,
just stood there.

But my old musket
was so well-trained

that it kept firing and
reloading all by itself.

I killed six indians
and never pulled the trigger.

If I had that gun,
I'd be all right.

When things start popping,
maybe you'll find it.

Under cover, men!

Don't fire till
you hear the command!

Here they come, men!
Stand by!

Fire!

Fire!

Prettiest shot I ever made.

Aah!

Getting any pretty pictures?

Looks like you found

that gun all right.

Come on!
Come get 'em.

Drive them back!

Kill them!
Kill them all!

Ogden!

Come on, men!

Come on, white men!

Dunbar, come in!
Come in!

Charge!

Aah!

Aah!

Some are getting away!

Go on over and get them!

Aah!

Too young!

Prisoner!

Oh!

Crofton!

Crofton, haven't
you had enough?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Tally our losses and
get the men together.

We haven't got time to waste.

I want Towne to make a report.

Let me go!
You let me go!

Watch it!

What about provisions?

None, Sir.

The French took them.

There's nothing left but a
few baskets of parched corn.

Put them in the canoes.

We've got a long way
to go on that corn.

Divide it up and tell every
man to fill his knapsack.

Bring those
white prisoners here.

Move on.
Get up here.

What's your name, ma'am?

Sarah Hatten
from New Hampshire.

They took me seven years ago.

Killed my husband and knocked
my baby's head against a tree.

My husband's scalp is over
there with 700 others.

Oh, don't...
don't leave me here.

I'll look out for you.

The French will be back.
They'll see the smoke.

How many?

About 400 and a band of braves from here.

It's the truth, all right.

They'll be back and
put up their stakes again,

and your ugly head will
be the first on the pole.

What's your name?

Jennie Coit.

She's been living here so long

she's worse than
these red rips.

Ah, rip yourself, you old hag.

She's white.
She goes back.

Lieutenant Dunbar, get them
started across the river.

I stay here where I belong!

You white devil!

Go on! Get her moving!
Hurry up!

She gives you any trouble,

stick her in the rump
with a bayonet.

What do we do with those?

Let them go.

Tell them I'm letting them go

so they can give a message to their people.

Say that I destroyed
their town as a lesson.

Tell them if they ever
send their warriors

to take the scalps
of our people,

I'll have no mercy next time.

We attacked at 5:17.

It's 6:10 now,
and we're still here.

Assemble the men.
We've got to get moving.

Where's Towne?
Have you seen Towne?

Langdon Towne!

Take two men and burn the fort.

Slim!

You can't use
all those moccasins.

I'll keep them for you.

Langdon!

Langdon!

Crofton, have you
seen Langdon Towne?

No!

Langdon!

Langdon!

Langdon.

I let him see me first.

How does it feel, son?

Well, sort of like...

I spilled hot soup on myself.

We got to travel.

Come on.

Ow!

Put your weight on me now.

We won't say nothing to
the Major about this.

Come in here!

All right!
Get them in the boats!

We're ready to go, Major.

Don't any of these red hellions

have man-sized feet?

Lieutenant Avery!

Captain Ogden!

All right.
Shove off.

When we get on the other side,

I'll build a stretcher for you.

Be careful of him.
He's pretty bad wounded.

I'll be right behind you, Langdon.

Assemble all the men over here.

Line them up, sergeant.

Here we go.

Line up!

Captain's orders!

Over here!

Get out of the water!
Out of those canoes!

Out! Out!

Out of those canoes!

Hurry up, men.

Join your companies
and report at once.

Assemble over here.

How many men missing?

Seven, Sir.

Two.

Three, Sir.

Four.

16.

It might be worse.

Towne's wounded.

He's lying there, Sir.

Now pay attention.

Pretty soon there'll be 500
Frenchmen and indians back here

looking for their silverware
and sunday britches.

We've got to
keep ahead of them,

and we've got to get to food.

How do you aim
to get us back, Major?

Go any way
but that swamp again.

Then we'll strike out
for Lake Emphremagog.

Then we'll go to old
Fort Wentworth and food.

Did you say food?
How far is it, Major?

We ought to be able to step
into the lake in 10 days.

You can rest your
stomachs all the way.

When we get there, maybe we
can stop to hunt and fish.

Salmon, trout, and deer steaks.

Will that suit everybody?

Oh, yeah.

All right.
Before we start,

every man eat
a handful of corn.

That's a banquet.

What do you think the French
will eat at St. Francis?

Nothing but roast indians.

All right, Ogden!
Start them south!

Right...

face!

Right face!

Right face!

Right face!

Forward!

Forward!

Forward!

Forward!

March!

Didn't you hear assembly?

Join your company, Marriner.

Langdon's wounded.

I'll look after him.

I ain't going to leave him.

Another word
and I'll have you shot.

Join your company.

Yes, Sir.

Don't give up, son.

Are you hurt bad?

That's the first thing I've
had in my stomach in days.

Oh!

Can you walk?

You know my orders.

I can't let the men
carry extra burdens.

Have you tried to walk?

How do you know you can't
walk unless you've tried?

You know, when people
want to badly enough,

they do all sorts of things

they didn't know they could do.

What's a little piece of lead

to a great big
husky fellow like you?

Say...

you've got a sweetheart at home, ain't you?

Well, now, what are you going to do,

lie here and rot

and let some other fellow

take her away from you?

Hmm?

Where's that book of yours?

Let's see.

Didn't I see the picture
of a pretty girl in here?

Why, sure I did.

My, my, my.

Do you think I'd lie here
like a newborn calf

if I had a girl like that?

Not me.

Is she really
as pretty as that?

Prettier.

Come on.

Come on!

Now, I'll help you this far but no farther.

A Ranger puts
his left foot forward.

Now your right.

That's the spirit.

Left!

Right!

Left!

Right!

Left!

Here, you!

Whatever your name is,
come over here!

Bring that little indian boy.

Right!

Left!

Right!

Your name is billy.
Get over here.

Give this soldier
a little support

until that blood stops running.

That's it. Left!

Right!

In a few days,

you'll lick any man
in the outfit.

Left! Right!

I'll see you
at sundown, Harvard.

Left!

Right!

Keep on your feet, turner.

They're all you've got

between you and bread
and molasses.

I'm glad you can't see yourself
in those beads, McNeal.

Ha ha ha!

What have you got in
that knapsack, Crofton?

Souvenir.

You better throw it away
if it's heavy.

It's not heavy.
It's light.

Ha ha ha!

Rangers...

fall out!

Make camp!

Marriner! Beacham!

Yes, Sir.

Come on, son.

How are you feeling?

I'm all right.

Ah!

I'm first-rate.

That's good.

Don't you think
you better sit down?

No, I better not.

If I sat down,

it might be pretty hard
to get up again.

No, I'd better not.

You sure ought to be glad
that hole isn't in you.

I guess you're right.

But that's as nice
a place for a hole

as I could think of
if I thought all day...

if you have to have a hole.

How far have we come?

Oh, about 15 miles,
as near as I can figure.

It's almost sundown, isn't it?

Yeah.

Jesse and me will
take you into camp.

You go with the women
where you belong.

I'm fixing his bandage.

I'll tend to that.

Go on!
Do like I tell you.

Go on! Get out of here!
No! Leave me alone!

Here, you mink.

Don't you start
raising cain with these men

or I'll turn you loose
in the woods.

Soldier.

Go ahead.
Turn me loose.

I didn't ask to come, did I?

Turn me loose, why don't you?

Some of us
could carry him, Sir.

Got a couple of poles I can
fasten a blanket between.

Like a hammock.

I won't do it.

I'm all right, I tell you.

As long as I can
stay on my feet.

He's right.
If we carried him,

he'd be like a baby for weeks.

If you can go 15 miles today
with that hole in you,

you can go anywhere.

How far is it
to Lake Emphremagog?

It's about...
ask her.

It looks like she's going
to take care of you.

Harvard, I'm proud of you.

You've been eating too much.

How much of that corn
have you eaten today?

I had two handfuls.

I got pretty hungry.

Guess I must be feeling better.

Well, you can't have it.

You'll walk 10 days
on 1 handful a day.

You're not going
to get more now.

Are we almost to Emphremagog?

Ask that big moose up ahead.

There's the lake, boys!

Memphremagog,
plenty of fish there!

We're going to eat!

Food!

There's the lake.

This way!

Wait. Where do you
think you're going?

A mess of trout for supper.

A mess of French lead

and hatchets for supper,
more likely.

What's the matter with you men?

But, Major, you said when
we reached the lake,

we could stop to hunt and fish.

Sure you did.
Yeah.

Put yourselves in the shoes

of that French commander
that found our boats.

If he's guessed we came to
Emphremagog, he came here, too.

I'm going down
with the indians to look.

The rest of you, stay here

until I get back.

Major, my men are
mighty hungry.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

They've got corn, haven't they?

Captain Jacobs, Kankaba.

If you fellas were smart,

you wouldn't have to eat corn.

Hey, there.
Hey, there.

Don't take the red one.

I'm saving that for dessert.

Where's the food?

Didn't we make it?

Langdon, you're just
in time for a little corn

with the rest of us roosters.

See the patch in that moccasin?

That moccasin
belonged to Webster,

the man we left in the swamp.

Same French indian
who killed Webster.

They come here, too.

You can't expect
the men to keep going

day in and day out
without food.

A few grains of corn

won't keep their bodies
in condition.

You said when we got
to Lake Emphremagog,

we could hunt and fish.

We've been talking things over.

If we can't hunt here,

we think we should hold
an officers' council

and take a vote on what's
the best thing to do.

That's regulations, if you
want to do it that way.

I vote to get to Wentworth
as soon as we can.

But, Major, my men
are starving.

If we don't find
something to eat,

we won't go anyplace.

That's right.

What do you want to do?

Stay here and fish
and get roasted alive?

No, Sir, but the men feel
they'll be all right

if they could split up
into hunting parties

and look for game.

That's what
my detachment thinks.

We could hunt,
then join up together again

and meet anyplace you say.

Your men grumbling, too?

Not grumbling, they just
want a little food.

Game's as scarce
as hen's teeth.

Gone out of the woods, I guess.

A big party like this

will drive away what's left.

Captain Ogden,
what's your idea?

Well, Sir, it's pretty hard
to drive hungry men,

but I think we'd be better
off if we stick together.

Now, wait a minute.

I agree with Ogden.

We're all pretty hungry,

but a hungry man can go on

a lot longer
than he thinks he can

if he keeps his courage.

You know,
I'm pretty hungry myself,

but it's better to be hungry

than to be cut up alive
with hatchets.

We'll be safe when we get
to Wentworth.

That's only 100 miles from
here, as the crow flies.

But, Major, we ain't crows.

Wait a minute.

You know,
this is tricky country.

It would be a mighty easy place

for a small party
to get ambushed in.

We'd better vote, Major.

Yeah.
Yeah.

All right, we'll vote.

Aye.
Aye.

Aye.
Aye.

Aye. Aye. Aye.

Well, that settles it.

We'll split up
into four parties.

All detachments will meet here

at Eagle Mountain.

I'll have maps for you
before you leave.

And don't miss me
at Eagle Mountain

because you'll never find
Wentworth by yourselves.

All right, get ready to go.

Number one company,
form over here.

Number two company,
form over here.

Number three company,
over here.

Sergeant McNott.

Yes, Sir.

Send the white women

with Captain Jacobs,
Sergeant Clark,

and half of our scouts

straight across to Crown Point.

Sergeant Clark.

Yes, Sir.

If them French and injuns

would lend me a boat and bait,

I'd go catch me a trout.

You ain't hungry, are you?

I'd rather not discuss it.

You won't starve.

I'll see to that.

Say, if you got food,
fetch it out.

No. You ain't
hungry enough yet.

Ha ha ha.

What's the matter with Crofton?

I don't know, Sir.

Crofton!

No, no, no, no!

That's mine!
That's mine!

I'll kill you.
I'll kill you,

and I'll eat your head, too.

Crofton.

No, no, no, Rogers!

No, no, no!

Aah!

What did he have in that sack?

The head of an Abanochl indian.

I'm sending you
with Farrington.

Why, Sir?

Because you've got an education
and Farrington hasn't.

A man with an education

isn't apt to get discouraged
and quit

as quickly as one without.

Don't worry.
You've got one advantage

over the rest. They just
want to stay alive,

but you want to stay alive
and paint pictures.

It's pretty hard
to destroy a man

who's got
a real incentive to live.

Yes, Sir.

Give one of those maps

to each
of the detachment commanders

and tell them, above all,

to watch out for ambush.

I'll tell them, Sir.

We'll make a Ranger
out of you yet.

Major.

Well?

I'd like to go and look
after Langdon Towne.

You can help Towne more

by fighting off the French

than by trying
to look after him

when he can look after himself.

You're right.

But I'd hate to be a man

and always be
as right as you are.

I'm not a man now.

I'm a soldier
in command of men.

If you ever meet me
when I'm just a man,

you may have to use
a little charity.

I'm sorry, Major.

We'll meet Towne and everybody at Eagle Mountain.

Thank you.

Let's get those lizards.

Water's hot, Major.

Good.

What have you got to put in it?

Four hawks,

five squirrels,

eight frogs,

three partridges,

a wood sparrow,

a blue gingky, 27 lizards,

and a hat full of minnows.

Well, it won't taste
like roast goose,

but it will take
the hunger cramps away.

Ogden, we're ready
for that rock tripe.

It will kill the taste
of the lizards.

Yes, Sir.

Come on, dump them in, men.

There's more hungry Rangers on the way.

Jesse, you can have my share of the stew.

Ain't you feeling well, son?

I don't want it.

I'm going home.

Home? What are you
talking about?

I'm going home for supper...

in Concord.

Where do you think Concord is?

Right over there.

Look, Avery.

Right over there!

Avery!

Let him go.

You can't catch him,

and I won't shoot him.

Where do you think he'll land?

Right in the middle
of those hills.

Maybe next summer, somebody
will find a leather hair ribbon

and be christian enough

to bury whatever
they find with it.

Don't swallow those bones, men.

If you're stomach's empty,

they'll cut right through you.

Be at Fort Wentworth
before long.

We'll get some real food.

Be careful, now, men.

Just a little bit.

I know it's not chicken broth,

but get it down
and keep it down.

Whatever it tastes like,
boys, it's food.

Hold your nose, son.

Your stomach will never
know the difference.

It will get you to Wentworth.

Yo, Rangers!

Yo, Rangers!

Grant's detachment, Sir.

Where are the rest?

Captured.
We shot a moose.

We were hungry enough
to eat it raw,

but McNeal started yelling
about stopping to cook it.

I guess the French
heard our shot.

They made us carry it
back to camp.

Then they tied us up

until they started killing...

Go on.

Well, they gave us
a bone apiece to gnaw on,

but McNeal here sawed his
thongs in two in the night,

and he let me loose, too.

Good work, McNeal.

Yes, Sir.

Skunk!

Aah!

If you'd eaten that moose raw,

we'd have something inside us!

Come on!
Stop that!

Rangers don't act like that!

Get up!

Get up!

Beats all how
many people there are

that don't know enough to thank
god they're still alive!

See anything of Dunbar's men

or Farrington or Towne?

No, Sir, not a thing.

Eat some of that stew.
You'll feel better.

Yes, Sir.
Come on.

I wonder what kind of food

Amherst has sent to Fort Wentworth.

I don't know, but I wished
he sent old Cap Huff

from Studely's Tavern
back in Portsmouth.

He's a friend of mine
and Langdon Towne's.

He'd bring them big sausages

and hams cured almost black,

chocolate cakes
and ripe cheeses

and cigars
from the sugar islands.

Yeah.

That pale brown rum
that makes a man feel

like he was half moose,
half panther

in a touch of an earthquake.

You know what we used
to call them minnows

like we threw
in the stew last night?

Little stinkpins.

Aw...

you always spoil everything.

Rogers' Rangers!

Farrington's detachment, Sir.

Glad to see you, Captain.

Carry on, men.

Carry on.

Where's Towne?

He went back to see that
Dunbar didn't get lost.

Didn't you wait for him?

We waited 12 hours. Had
these men to think of.

Yeah, but...

that's quite right.
Give him some food.

Yes, Sir.
Come along, Captain.

Marriner.

You want to look for Towne,

your duty's done here.

Thank you, Sir.
I'll get my musket.

Major Rogers!

Ranger Towne!

Langdon!

How are you, son?

I was worried about you.

Glad to see you, my boy.

Where's Dunbar?

Ambushed.

I saw what happened,

but I couldn't help him.

When they cut up Dunbar,

he was still alive
and screaming.

Any of them get away?

No.

They killed them all.

They were playing ball...

with their heads.

Playing ball with their heads?

You men better dry
your blankets.

If the weather changes,

we might have a little trouble.

We might have a little trouble.

We might have a little trouble.

I don't know but what is right.

Come on, son.

Towne, you can take over
the orderly book again.

When did you
make these pictures?

On the way
to St. Francis...

about 100 years ago.

McNott.

Kankaba.

Mmm. I can smell him.

Major robert Rogers.

No flattery either.

My boy, you're quite an artist.

Oh, here's the lady again.
Who is she anyway?

She lives in Portsmouth.

By jove, she is beautiful.

Make a man swallow his tobacco

just to look at her.

She's proud, though.
Ambitious.

She knows what she wants,

and she's going to get it.

Well, men,
we've come all this way,

and there's still 50
of us left.

That's 50 more than
General Amherst expects.

Now on we go to Fort Wentworth.

Only three days away,

then all the things
we've dreamed about...

roasted beef,

ham, bacon,

chocolate, coffee,

and plenty of hot buttered rum.

Does that sound good?

Yes, Sir.
Yes, Sir.

Then form ranks.

Number one company,
on your feet.

Number two company, fall in.

Fall in.

Hurry it along.

Forward!

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right, left.

Right...

left.

Right.

We'll get...

army rations...

coffee, sugar...

come on, men, keep moving.

Stay on your feet, men.

Come on, men, come on.
Keep moving, men.

Stay on your feet, men.

Come on, keep moving.
Keep moving.

Keep moving.
We're almost there.

Right, left.

Right, right.

Left, right, left.

Shut up!

Left, right.

Left, right.

1, 2.

1, 2.

1, 2.

We're almost there.

1, 2.

1, 2.

Wentworth!

Fort Wentworth!

There she is, men,

just as I told you.

Only two miles more, then food.

Come on, now.
Quick on your feet.

No falling behind, men.

Fort, it's Rogers!

Put it on the table.
We're all ready.

Come on, Redcoats,
bring out the roast beef!

It's Rogers!

Fort Wentworth, it's Rogers!

Rogers' Rangers!

Fort Wentworth...

fort, it's Rogers.

Rogers' Rangers,
back from St. Francis!

Where is everyone?

Fort... fort,
it's Rogers!

Rogers' Rangers from...

hey, we're back.

Almost there.

I never thought
we would eat again.

Hope there will be some steak.

I'll take gravy.

Rangers...

attention.

Come on, men, fall in.

Press it up, press it up here.

Listen up.

Forward.

March.

Steady, men.

Take care.

Steady.

Take care, men.

Rangers...

halt.

Left face.

Quarter arms.

The first thing we've got to do

is get this fort in shape

for Amherst and his men

when they arrive with the food.

Farrington's men
will clean up the grounds.

Rogers' men will look
for roots and fish.

Lots of roots here.
Good to eat, too.

Marriner, take some men
and burn this litter.

Fall out and get to work.

You heard the order, men.

Get to work.

Major, in the name of god,
let them rest.

Let them die!

We've lived on your promises
long enough!

We can't stand anymore!

They're right, Major.

We won't do it.

Get up.

Get up and start your fires.

Fires and warm shelter,
that's something, isn't it?

Get up.
Stand on your feet

and do what's to be done.

You're going
to act like Rangers.

They'll be here with the food.

I've never promised you
anything that you didn't get.

Until they get here, you've got to
make this place fit to live in.

Why? Because you're not fit
to go on any farther,

and when that happens,

you've got to stop
and live here where you are.

You know, you could be
a lot worse off.

Towne...
Towne's an educated man.

Wasn't there somebody in the bible

who went without any food for 40 days?

40 days?

I think there was someone in the bible

who fasted for 40 days.

Uh, Moses, I think.

There. Do you hear
what Towne says?

Moses went without the slightest
taste of food for 40 days.

He didn't have any good cooked roots.

He didn't have a single
bite, did he, Towne?

No, not a thing. No food, no water.

There. Do you hear that?

No food and no water.

Look at the water we've got.

Good, clean, fresh water.

What do you suppose Moses
would have given

for a mug of it,

let alone buckets-full
like we've got?

Instead of lying here,

doing nothing, giving up,

we should be giving thanks
for what we've got.

Men...

I'm not much of a hand at prayer,

but maybe I can remember a few bible verses

that I've always believe in

and that have helped me.

"The voice of him

that cryeth in the wilderness..."

"prepare ye the way of the lord,

"make straight in the desert
a highway for our God.

"Behold, I will do a new thing,

"shall ye not know it.

"I will make a way in the wilderness

and rivers in the desert..."

"and a highway shall be there

"and a way...

"and wayfaring men, though fools,

shall not go astray therein."

Rangers...

form ranks.

Form ranks!

Rangers, attention!

I remember when that gun
used to be spotless.

You're getting careless, aren't you?

You know that's against regulations.

Keep that under your shirt.

Shoulders back, shoulders back.

Eyes, front.

Your daughter ought to
be quite a lady by now.

How many children have you?

Five, Sir.

Be glad to get home, won't you?

How's the arm?

Better, Sir.

Shoulders back, eyes front.

Shoulders back.

Get that gun up.

Shoulders back, eyes front.

Eyes front.

Marriner, you look better
than when you left.

Steady, men. Steady, men.
Back in the ranks.

Eyes front.

Batallion, halt!

Steady.

Sir, I have the honor to report
the Abanochis are destroyed.

Rangers, present...

gentlemen, may I
have the honor?

Detachment, present arms.

Hip, hip, hooray!

Company...

Halt!

Left...

Face!

Company...

Halt!

Left face!

Present your firelocks.

Shoulder your firelocks.

Here are your warrants and orders, Major.

I suggest you read them
yourself to your Rangers.

Rangers... at ease.

Pay attention to orders.

"Know all men by these presents

"that I, George ll,
by grace of God,

"King of Great Britain
and Ireland,

do hereby authorize
and entrust..."

"my devoted liege...

"Major Robert Rogers,

whose stout arm and brave heart..."

"Whose stout arm and brave...

heart, by his unswerving
devotion to duty and..."

I'll tell you where we're
going in plain language

so you'll know where we
are when we get there.

You think you're going on a duck hunt

like that St. Francis
expedition?

Oh, no.

It's all signed, sealed, and delivered.

We're taking a walk first
for our appetites,

about 1,000 miles to a
little fort called Detroit,

but that's just the jumping-off place.

Why, you Rangers haven't
seen any indians yet.

You're going to see the plains indians.

You're going to see the red
men of the shining mountains

and those men along
the mighty river oregon...

red men white men
have never seen before.

Because we're going to end up

by the great
Western ocean itself.

You're going to find a way
across this continent,

a Northwest Passage.

You'll see hardwood groves
like cathedrals,

corn stalks as tall as elms,

rivers packed
with salmon trout,

and grass so high

the cows stand
knee-deep in it

and give nothing but cream.

Just think of all the lands

and the peoples
you're going to see,

and all at the king's expense.

Just think of it.

A trip any man would give
his soul to make,

and you're going
to get it all free.

Oh, I forgot to tell you,

you won't have any boats
to row.

All you have to do
is just walk along

through ottawas,

Chipewyans, Wyandots,

Miamis, Sauks,

Shawnees, Sioux.

Well, I'll sort them
all out to you

when we get to them.

Rangers, attention!

Left step, march.

Forward, march.

Ain't you going?

I've been.

All your life, Langdon,

are you going to be sorry
you didn't go?

No. I've made
my choice,

but before I'm done,

his face will look down

from the art galleries
of the world

on the history he's made...

the history he's going to make.

Eyes left!

Too bad your sweetheart

won't let you out of her sight.

She's not holding me back.

Yes, she is.
She wants you

to stay at home.
Isn't that right?

No. I don't want him
to stay at home.

We're going to london.

London?

Yes. I want him
to be a great painter.

There you are. I told you
she was ambitious.

You'll never end up
an amateur mapmaker

who gets himself shot every
time he looks at an indian.

This passage you hope
to find, Major.

Is there such a thing?

There's bound to be.
Before I'm done, I’ll load a canoe

with the goods of Japan and end

by coming down the Hudson
River to New York.

I'll see you at sundown,
Harvard.

Is there, Langdon?

Is there a Northwest Passage?

Who knows?

It's every man's dream

to find a short route
to his heart's deSire.

If the Major dreams long
enough, he'll find it.

Will we hear from him?

Hear from him?

Every time we look
a cross a river,

we'll hear his voice,

calling us through the wind.

But he'll be within us,
Elizabeth,

no matter where we are
or he may be...

for that man will never die.

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