All language subtitles for Daniel Boone - S01E18 - The Sound of Fear

The first part is Demis

Men, women, even children.

Butchered.

Why Minko?

Why?

The shining world you called Civilization Pest-a-Law.

Twenty shillings for each and every Indian scap.

And they call us savages.

That was passed during the French War Minko.

And it was a body for Shawnee Scouts.

Notchered.

Hell, then it was a mistake, didn't you?

Make them understand your law doesn't apply to them.

Who would do this?

They worked five of them.

I've wait butchered.

They opened fire without warning and kept firing until...

It was safe to you, then, Ives.

The old woman took how we saw it all.

They left her her life.

Because her hair was white.

End of no value.

They will be found, Daniel.

And when they are...

Your law will burn with them.

Cheerkey fire won't burn that long Minko.

Put a trial in the hangman's noose mite.

You gotta find those scalp hunters before your people do.

That's the only way we can make sure it won't happen again.

We'll have to move fast, Daniel.

The Scouts won't leave us much time.

It was easy.

To our friends, the Cherokee, may they continue to grow their hair long.

This meat is done to a turn, Taffy.

Better dig in.

I'm not hungry.

Then try this.

Guaranteed to cure anything.

Even a bad appetite.

Nothing will cure what we did to those people.

Go on nothing.

So what is it, Daddy, Indian?

Give or take a few.

You sound like a man with a conscience.

Taffy, don't call me that.

And you look like a man in need of a drink.

That's...

My, my...

We are getting such ease, aren't we?

Best cure for that is exercise.

Like a long walk.

All the way to savour.

Why me?

Someone has to exchange our souvenirs for the bounty money.

And I'm afraid that our faces are too well known in the carolines.

I collect your bounty money, then what?

I could disappear, you know.

You could, Taffy.

But your diary won't, will it?

Someone's coming.

We'll meet up with the rendezvous.

All of us.

We'll meet up with the rendezvous.

Make this a little bit of your last.

Stand quiet.

You're making a mistake.

I'm just passing through.

Just an excuse.

That's all I need.

I got away, Daniel.

We won't be able to pick up the trail until morning.

But at least we have this one.

Daniel!

Let me kill him now, Daniel.

Let me kill him.

Right now.

And did waken in her sleep to find the accused Simon Gore and a number of others with him engaged in an armed surprise attack on her village.

All there were killed some two-score numbers, saving only this woman called to calling.

And she was deemed not worth the killing for her hair was white and therefore would not bring a payment of bounty money.

Still turns my gut over.

Taking the scalps of peaceful engines just caused some full Virginia magistrate put a hair bounty on the shore, and he...

Well, according to Simon Gore there, hair is hair just so it's long and black.

And that's why scalp monies is not the answer, Sergeant.

Just an excuse for murder.

And I hope you take that word back to Salem with you.

If I get back to Salem, I still can't believe the Cherokee will just sit by while we take go out of their reach.

That's why I'm going with you, Sergeant. Remember?

Daniel's personal guarantee that my people won't know where Gore is.

Until after a Salem hangman springs the truck.

I'll take your butt.

Tell me, little.

You think those primitive scratches on a piece of paper will put me on the gallows?

Call it another nail in your coffin, Gore.

Well, I think I'm sorry for a...

...name of it was with him.

There's stills.

Get him out of here, Sergeant.

Get him out of here before I forget why I sent for you.

All right, Gore, let's get started.

Get him on that scalpel, Mingo.

Make sure.

Time is for dogs and apes, Blo.

Man has forever.

So I won't say goodbye.

You put these on me, Blo.

I'll remember.

This side of the gallows all beyond.

I'll remember.

I'll remember.

I'm sorry, you're a trip to dinner, Sergeant, but I think we better keep moving.

Moving in the dead of night.

What's wrong?

I don't know, feeling, and presence.

Something in the night that isn't of the night.

Something nearby.

In the end of a man believed in such things,

he'd next be putting flesh and bones to spirits,

arms and legs to shadows.

Break camp, Sergeant, this one of the better.

You're the man, get your gear together.

And next you'll have me running all the way to my own execution,

with a foot-knit twisted off to boot.

Get up, Gore.

Oh, there you go again.

I never knew a man with so many hateful things to say.

A man on his way to the grave.

You get a large bit of nerve, I'll give you that.

We're all on that same weary road, Sergeant.

Sometimes it's a comfort knowing just how far this left travel.

Stop breathing, gentlemen. Yes, you please.

Now, gentlemen, your firearms.

Buy the fingertips.

You too, Indians.

Gently.

Much, much better.

You took your time.

Want to make sure it was the right time?

You'll find the key to these crude reminders of civilized society

in the Sergeant's jacket pocket.

Such a waste in me.

Oh, that's rushing through the forest.

And here we are, already at the end of the march.

You see, Sergeant?

It wasn't my grave we were headed for after all.

Bad matters.

You tried to leave without an invite.

Remember, gentlemen, it was looked like the Cherokee dropped by.

It's much better this way when I meet.

Guns make too much noise.

Please, don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Hey, you're home.

What are you doing out of the cabin after dark?

You know what your mom made, told you?

It's all right, I knew you were coming.

You heard me?

I was the colonel of you.

Trevor's ready.

And don't you just get your stargazing all evening.

What happened?

Get him inside.

Bad, you.

You've got to get to the front.

All of you.

He's free.

He's mad.

He killed all the militia gods.

He would have killed me too, but I managed to escape.

That following?

Following, here?

Did your mom and his wife go to a fort?

We can't risk having the children here, send sis and Addison yaddison back to the Mango's been hurt and I need their help.

Here's your get a ride for my mom and her father.

Hurry, son.

I'm right, Mom.

Damn, do you think we...

I'm sure not. Hurry along.

No, come quickly.

You're...

Goer. How many men do to hear, would you?

I counted three.

Close the door, Daniel.

They've rode the rifles. They can't be far behind.

Well, Mr. Boo, we meet again.

And in the bosom of your own family.

I'm surprised at you sending your wife and children out into the night.

I promised you that I'd renew our acquaintance again, Boo.

And now your Indian friend has led me right to your door. How convenient.

Leave it.

Damn.

You put mannequos on my wrist, the hangman's noose around my neck, and now you'll lay your hands on me.

Now I can't be content with just your life, can I?

Take it, you're talking about my wife and children.

We'll go into that privately. You and I.

Catch you.

Take a look, will you?

Believe it or not, Mr. Fetchier is something of a medical man.

He might be practicing in London to this very day.

If the authorities haven't found out about his bit of sideline, providing cadavers for the school of medicine.

He won't die from that wound, unless it mortifies.

If he comes around and makes a nuisance of himself.

I'll see that it mortifies.

Mrs. Boone, it's been a long time since my friends and I have enjoyed the pleasures of a good table.

It could be so kind.

Do what he says, Becky.

And now, Mr. Boone, if you're step outside with me, we'll have that private little talk.

I don't suppose I need to point out what will happen to your family if you try anything out here.

What do you want me to do?

This is likely to be a violent night.

I want you to direct the violence away from us.

What does that mean?

Those four militias were taken with a sailor.

When they're found, they will appear they were killed by Indians.

The Cherokee, to be more precise.

My men had their instructions.

Plus a few little souvenirs taken from the Cherokee village, we raided.

All in all, the effects should be most convincing.

It will appear that your friend Mingo betrayed the party, so that I could be given over to the Cherokee for proper punishment.

I think you can see what will happen when that bit of news is spread among the settlers.

They'll try to find you and Mingo.

Precisely. And they'll try to find us among the Cherokee. More than likely.

They'll do their looking force-book.

You want to start another Indian war?

We both know that a war between your settlers and the Cherokee can have but one outcome.

When it's over, there'll be no one left to say what became a Simon Gore.

And you expect me to help you?

As I said, if you're a family we're bargaining for.

If you refuse to help, my men and I will leave at once.

But of course, we'll leave no one behind to say that we were here.

If you do cooperate, you have my word that your wife and children will go with us as far as the first creek encampment

or route to the Mississippi.

They're to be sold as slaves.

Not the most attractive future on a green.

But they'll have their lives.

Well, how does that strike you?

Or there must be a special petition arranged for men like you.

Mr. Moon, if there is a life after death, I expect they will indeed be special accommodations for me.

If that thought comforts you, you're welcome to it.

Now, my proposition is it yes or no?

You need a little time to consider. That's understandable. Very well.

Let's rejoin the other. Perhaps a quiet evening with your loved ones will help you decide.

That's it.

I'm up to you. You do not think that Shavad is so bad a companion for supper?

I don't care who he is. You just don't know anything.

Thank you. It's your dislike of Shavad, greater than your hunger.

Did you see how he did that to Shavad? That boy, you know, he's got spirit here.

He's very quick with his feet, you know.

Now, in my say, where I grow up, we would take a boy like this and teach him to make the most of his talents.

Leave him alone.

Oh, please, don't be afraid. Believe him, Shire, I mean your children know how.

Then why don't you sit down and ate your supper?

Hey, look, look, the leg, eh? He is the strongest limb in the body.

He has a man fight with his arm and his hand. He's not using his greatest strength, eh?

So you and I are my young friend. We are on the docks of my say.

Oh, it's a very bad, bad place to be and out of the darkness and the session comes.

Look out, here comes the...

He said he means the children know how.

Then tell him to sit down.

You did not think I was going to hurt you. I was just going to show you.

Come on over here. Come on, come on. You tried to kick so hard your shoulders, eh?

Come on, try.

Well, the thing that I thought that you had spirit, here I am willing to teach you the most perfect art of self-defense.

Well, you refused.

Well, to be in my say, the men truly understand each other.

Really, Mrs. Boone, there's no need for you and your family to go hungry?

There seems to be plenty here.

That's very generous of you, Mr. Gore. But I'm not hungry.

The children.

Don't you think you could eat something?

I'm too scared to eat with them here. I wish they'd go.

I know, ma'am.

I am scared, but him was... he shivering.

Why don't you put him outside?

Slightly, he'd be half your offer.

To that. How old is that?

I'm going to the round of you every night.

All the time to have you prison in Boone's bro. I go there.

He's no one ever there. Five nights in a row.

Tell him, tell him, man. Is it not the truth, will I say?

Ask me. You can kiss that bounty mind goodbye. And to talk along with it.

Mr. Boone, I put it to you. For certain men are not honor and a good name worth more than all the wealth of Solomon.

Honor?

I doubt you know the meaning of the word.

Ah, but there you missed the mark, my friend.

I understand it very well and put it to you, you see. But these full of things.

Think that I have miscalculated.

You're talking about honor among thieves. I'm not at all interested.

But you should be most interested. After all, the decision you'll soon be making has to do with whether or not you accept my word of honor. Does it not?

Well, the problem with this. Our little band had done with collecting certain mementos for which the authorities in Salem were currently paying twenty shillings each.

He means scopes.

Please, it's a little delicacy. The sake of our gentler listeners.

At any rate, we had them. And Salem had the money.

And Salem has a price on my head of Simon Gore.

It's a very hard to deny. So, unable to do the thing myself, I must entrust the errand to one of my companions. One of these three?

Oh, no. But there is another one whom Pat Schaskall did tough.

A former naval officer who indulged in, shall we say, rather unspeakable disciplinary practices with a whip.

Unfortunately, the poor man kept a diary, which I now possess. And by possessing the diary, I possess the top.

Because there is literally nothing he will not do to keep that chronicle from his loving family. Simple?

Taking scopes is just a sideline with you, Gore. What you like to deal in best is human souls.

After they put Mr. Boone, you see, he's agreeing with me. The tough will return with the money if he is able to.

All right, all right. I'll go. I still think it's a waste of time. I'll go.

Dan, Dan, it's like a nightmare.

The Frenchman down the odds are down, little. Trouble is, if I start anything, you and the children are right in the middle of it.

Don't try anything with both of us on arm, Daniel.

Mr. Boone! A little louder there if you're going to talk. The routes don't talk at all.

I'll go.

Starlight, star of bright. First star I see tonight.

I've forgotten how big the sky really is.

Now I can understand why Father spent so much of his time here in Kentucky.

It's a beautiful land.

The Indians call it the dark and bloody ground. You call it beautiful.

Hey, maybe you're both right. I guess it all depends on just the way you look at it.

It's just a whipper will. Now, why don't you relax?

I suppose it's, it's waiting. Next, I guess I'll be seeing things.

Mr. Dunston, are you sure we're doing the right thing?

I mean, Father didn't really send for me.

Well, the only complete surprise, Andrew, is a perfect surprise.

Now, uh, believe me. You're coming out here with me as the best thing that you could have done for your father, yourself.

Maybe even for me?

What I mean?

You know, you're getting very careless in your declining years, letting me come this close and done.

You know, bringing a stranger with you.

Well, he's a friend of that. Nothing to worry about. Where's Gore?

Waiting with the others. We, uh, had a little trouble.

The money, where is it? Where it's safe.

Mr. Dunston, I don't think I understand.

Well, there's nothing to understand, Andrew. Your father's been detained elsewhere.

I don't think we should keep him waiting out, should we?

I could carry the money for you.

When we get there so that, after you...

There. All buttons and ready for bed. But my way in cognitive sleep.

Well, I don't think your father and I will want much sleep tonight.

Now I'm going to cover tonight.

I'm just bringing the boy to bed. Can't you let us be long enough for that?

I'm only admiring the construction of your cabin, Mrs. Boone.

No outside windows in this room.

As you can see, there aren't.

Yes. As is should be.

We wouldn't want the lad taking a chill from too much night air, would we?

A pleasant dream, sir.

In the fire will very nicely, Mr. Boone.

Don't believe I've heard you speak since you came.

Don't go or let you talk.

What's the matter, don't he hear?

Yeah. Mm-hmm. He can hear you, all right?

He just ain't got anything to say, that's all.

You used to have planned to say it, though. Didn't you, Parson?

He was a Parson.

You don't matter the cloth.

Not sure what kind of cloth, though.

Some self-annointed variety, no doubt.

I hear he was a wonder in his day, though.

I hear he could preach your avalanche to a standstill.

I hear he could sermonize a Caribbean hurricane to a soft spring breeze.

I hear he could sermonize a Caribbean hurricane to a soft spring breeze.

Specialty. His real specialty was conversion.

Bringing our heathen breading back to the threshold of salvation for a normal fee, of course.

I hear tell he saved over a thousand poor, savaged souls.

Yes, sir, he'd wander right into their villages in the wildest coast of Africa.

Follow me!

How'd you tell him, Parson?

Follow me, brethren, and he shall dwell in the sea.

Follow me, brethren, and he shall dwell in paradise.

You know, they followed him.

They didn't understand one word he said, but they followed him because of the way he said it.

That was the magic to it.

Yes, sir, a tongue that could talk to stars right down out of the heavens, already marmaly was.

Of course, word finally got back to our poor heathen brethren that stayed behind

in our so-called Parsons Road to Salvation, led to the hold of a slave ship bound for the swamps of Haiti.

And he wandered in one village too many.

Hmm. They took away his magic.

Bred!

That's enough.

Let's bring Boone over here. Someone's coming.

The time for your decision is almost at hand, Mr. Boone.

Don't answer him, Boone. I'd love to pull this trigger.

Only for it.

Well, Mr. Boone?

The man owes his family everything he can give him within reason.

He doesn't have much choice.

Get out of the way, you pats!

He's got to wait a few. Why don't you see him?

Hey, you all right? You know more, Chancellor Moore. He was waiting at the rendezvous. Wish our money.

Count it.

What's the matter, Simon? Don't you recognize him?

It's been a long time.

Andrew!

I have...

I want you to meet my friends, Andrew.

First the fine people who are letting us share their home this evening.

Perhaps you've heard of the Boone.

Daniel, Rebecca, this is Andrew Paragour.

My son.

For you?

For you?

And for him?

Beautiful as well.

Me?

It's the most beautiful, perhaps, but not the most trustworthy.

Gentlemen!

Out here on the frontier, we sometimes forget our manners.

The pleasures of the counting house can wait, at least until you've been properly introduced.

Dr. Miller Patch of London.

Mr. Henri Laplache, whom you already met. The Reverend Crookshank, whom we call the Parsons.

And, of course, the Tof. Mr. William Dustin.

I want you to know, Simon, young Andrew and I became fast friends on the trail from Salem.

No thank you, Paul mentioned our daughter, Jeremiah.

A friend Mango, speeding a little push on the count of being shot by one of your Paul's friends here.

Andrew, did Mr. Dustin tell you anything of my activities?

There was no need for that.

The boy told me how you kept him informed by your letters.

Is there something wrong, Father?

You did want me to come, didn't you?

Oh, of course, son, of course. I had planned on sending for you as soon as I was established in New Orleans.

But Mr. Dustin was just a bit previous.

I just wanted to give you a bit of a surprise, Simon.

Yes. And so you have done.

Becky, would you put on a little tea?

I think Andy and Mr. Denson are my tired from their trip.

Yes, three, my.

Andrew, before you get too caught up in the Boone's hospitality, you better know that we are not precisely guests here.

I wondered if you were going to let him in on that.

Am I taken by surprise if I made a sudden move and got myself killed for it?

Killed? And indeed you would, Mr. Boone. Make no mistake about that.

And any attempts to use, my son, will get yourself bound and gagged. Do you understand that?

Oh, I doubt if anything Mr. Boone could say would change Andrew's high opinion of you.

You should have heard him on our journey. Inspiring, filial devotion.

I'm delighted to hear of it. A man cherishes things like that.

Oh, I quite agree with you. I'll take the feelings of love and mutual respect within my own family.

I'll stop at nothing to preserve them.

And by the way, you've been keeping something for me.

I'll take it off your hands now.

Oh, yes. By all means.

Mr. Dustin and I are going out for a moment.

Boston, the money will keep. Mr. Boone may not.

This is far enough.

You intend to shout and curse at me for bringing him here? Let them hear it inside.

It's time the boy found out what you really are.

But seems I've underestimated you. You've shown more imagination than I gave your credit for, Tony.

Don't call me that. Just give me the diary and I'll be gone.

The diary. Yes. I find it most impressive. You're discovering my son.

Realizing that I've kept my rather colorful career a secret from him, I'm using that against me.

Blackmail to fight blackmail, Simon.

Sorry, Taffy. It can't be done.

What do you mean it can't? You don't have it here. Is that what you're saying?

I'm saying that I don't have it anywhere. I threw it overboard.

You did what?

Well, I saw no reason to keep it once I convinced you that I had it. A few choice passages committed to memory.

Casually drops now and again, and your stupid guilt did the rest.

All this time. All this time I could have just walked away from you.

That's all I had to do. Just walk away.

You're not human, do I? You're the devil incarnate.

Tonight I've seen your one vulnerable spot. The boy.

Andrew. Yes. And what do you intend to do about Andrew, Taffy?

Taffy?

Do our new life, Andrew, in New Orleans. Father, you're drinking Mr. Dunstan's tea. Where am I?

Well, I don't think you'll buy it.

I'm sorry.

I forgot to go to a house.

Well, I don't think you'll buy it.

I don't think you'll buy it.

I don't think you'll buy it.

I don't think you'll buy it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I said all you'll feel when this is over. Sorry.

I said I didn't know.

Maybe it's time you started knowing. Maybe it's time you started knowing your father's. He really is.

The boy. Will you make it easier?

I don't know. She's working on it.

She's your daughter, Daniel. There's no doubt about that.

After you've fed us so well, Mrs. Boon, thanks, I could.

We had no supper.

Like you said, I haven't got much appetite.

Don't get stale by morning.

Anita?

Is she done? She thinks she might get one to me.

Oh, and Becky, she'll likely try.

How long has she lived in me?

Long as I can remember, I guess.

Four or five different schools.

A whole long list of boarding houses and a letter every month.

Not enough, Andy.

The truth has been letters.

This is not letters.

Here and now.

All you have to do is open your eyes.

To my mother.

Then why didn't he tell you what he was doing? Why didn't he come to see you?

Because of his work. Because he was traveling all the time.

Traveling? He's at the truth.

All right, that's enough.

There is a saying, my dear, that a teacher affects eternity.

I never tell when his influence stops.

But I can tell you where your stops.

Here and now.

And me, father, where do I stop?

Andrew.

There will be a gag in my mouth, too.

Or there will be a blindfold and a walk in the night with one of your friends.

Andrew, that will do.

Perhaps someday you'll be able to understand all this.

How some men go one way in life and some another.

How sometimes the struggle to survive in this world becomes more than Andrew.

It becomes a fight.

And in a war.

A bloody unceasing war with no quarter asked or given.

And that's how it is with you father.

A war.

Against whom?

Against anyone, Andy.

Against men, women, children.

Here, tonight.

Against my family.

Against every family in Kentucky.

As I said, son.

Perhaps someday you'll understand.

Tonight you'll just have to look away.

Simon.

May not come in many of them.

Mr. Boone, it's time for your decision.

And I assure you, the boys being here makes no difference.

I did want to spare him some of the harsher realities.

But survival comes first.

Survival does come first, Gore.

Count up.

Battle, you're out.

It's yet.

Well, it's like you boys are about ready to start a party.

It happened.

Cherokee took, oh, kill the poor soldiers.

Mingle must have walked him right into it.

Still can't believe it.

I sure never figured that Mingle would ever do a thing like this.

No, neither did I.

Best fetch tick liquor.

The men are feeling better with you leading them.

Leading them?

Where?

After their murder and devils, that's where.

Well, killing Gore's one thing, but they're not.

Let them, Cherokee, get away with this and it's just the beginning.

Well, there'd be a fire that none of us could put out.

Now, what you're saying is we have to fight fire with fire.

Teach him a lesson, no, no, forget.

You'll have to teach him without me.

What are you saying, Dennel?

I can't go with you.

Well, if we don't hit him, they'd liable to make up their minds that come after us.

Well, when they do, I'll fight.

Until they lift a hand against the Boonsboro men.

I'm sworn by blood to uphold the peace.

Peace!

There ain't no peace.

There weren't that man out there.

Poor Virginia men.

No Boonsboro men.

That's a mighty fine line, Dennel.

None of your neighbors have ever had to draw.

I doubt if they will.

I think we've wasted enough time here.

You really ain't coming, Dennel?

Seems like you don't need me much.

Looks like you plan real neat in military.

All you gotta do is, you're going to have to do it.

All you gotta do is surround the camp, hit him with daylight.

Looks like you got yourself a real nice Turkish shoe.

Can't run from this. Nobody can.

Good hunting, Ed.

All right.

That's your end of the park.

We're believing in a few moments.

You and the children are going with us.

Get ready.

No. I won't go.

Do what he says, Pek.

Cheer up, son. We're on our way to that new life we talked about.

Don't be long.

Come on, son.

Father, please don't do this.

There is no other way, Ed.

Come on. We'll all go.

All of us together.

Ed, what gives you the right to tell me what to do?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

repudiate, don't you.

If you were me.

You would do.

If something was wrong, I told you I would know.

The other side it was a childhood fantasy.

You called it truth.

Look at me, boy.

I love you.

I love you leave.

I'm bad,

but I'm not afraid of sight.

I'm not afraid of sight.

I'm afraid of sight.

I told...

I love you, son.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

eventually all of a sudden this is growing greater.

Gotta make time, Mango.

Specky and the children and the other,

are right on the Cherokee.

Take care of your own, Daniel.

They're gonna fly left in me to take care of mine.

Two shots was played enough that you'll be up with this by now.

Looking for spoils more than likely.

You better go tell them to hurry.

Mango!

Mango.

What was I to do, Tom?

Leave him alive to follow.

Desperate the word that I was alive and heading for New Orleans?

What ever way was there?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

Sure.

Jeff, once and for all, Simon, it has to end.

Once and for all?

No, Jeff.

The horror of a living nightmare finally put to its dishonorable death.

Dead and buried, Simon, both of us.

Once and for all.

No!

Come.

It can't be.

It can't be.

It can't be.

It's just beginning, Father.

Don't you see?

I don't well forget all this.

It's just a bad dream.

Once we find ourselves,

a new start.

And I'll be proud of you, like I once was.

A new start, Father.

For both of us.

You have liked the woman's hand.

This color and excitement there you've never seen.

A new world.

And the old...

of rainbow sand.

I regard that stuff just as I promised.

It's all over, Becky.

I ran into fetch back there, and it's all over.

And your step, Pa.

He did it for his father.

Not for him, my...

not for him, my...

not for him, my...

not for him, my...

not for him, my...

not for a man who wrote letters.

A man he never knew.

A man who wrote letters.

A man who wrote letters.

A man who wrote letters.

A man who wrote letters.

A man who wrote letters.

A man who wrote letters.

And your plume was a man.

He's a big man.

With a knife like an eagle.

And as tall as a mountain was he.

From the goose in cap.

On the knuckle-hoals.

And to the heel of his straw.

I choose.

The ripiness for his fight.

This man's the frontier ever knew.

And your plume was a man.

He's a big man.

And he fought for America to make all American street.

What a homed man to do or what a dream come true or what a homed man to do or what a dream come true or what a dream come true or what a dream.