All Mine to Give
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- 1957
- 103 min
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Don't cry, Janie. Don't cry.
You'll be all right soon.
Come on, Janie, don't cry.
Kids think nothing
ever happened before they were born.
But what happened to all of us...
...began the day my mother and father
got off the steamboat...
...in Eureka, Wisconsin.
It was September, 1856.
Oh, heh, I wonder, uh, could you direct
a body to the house of Will Jamison?
Oh, heh, for... Forgive me
for not introducing myself.
My name's Robert Strong Eunson.
And I come from the Shetland Isles.
My wife's uncle Will Jamison
wrote us a letter inviting us to America.
Well, that's the Jamisons for you.
Closemouthed, eh, Mamie?
Excuse me, this is my missus.
- Mister?...
- Bradley, Harry Bradley.
Well, we're pleased
to make your acquaintance, Mr. Bradley.
- This is Howard Tyler.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tyler.
I'm afraid you folks
must prepare yourself for a shock.
- Oh?
- Will Jamison's dead.
His house burned to the ground
three weeks ago.
Now, lass...
...you hadn't seen your uncle
since you were a wee one.
Don't grieve.
We work and slave
and pinch our pennies for the journey...
how foolhardy we are.
Aye, lass, aye.
But we wanted the baby
to be born in the New World.
Hello. Hello there.
Whoa, whoa, boy.
Well, come on, Lela.
had come out here.
Harry Bradley should've had
better sense than to let you.
I'm Dr. Delbert and this is my wife.
Oh, how do you do, doctor?
Mrs. Delbert? This is my missus.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- You're coming straight home with us.
- Oh, no. No, thank you.
We have money to pay
for a night's lodging at the inn.
Oh, no. I'm afraid there isn't any inn
this side of Oshkosh.
We're certainly
not going to let you go to the stable.
- Thank you, but we couldn't be a bother...
- No bother at all.
Come along, dear.
You can have the girls' room.
They'll sleep on the parlor floor.
They've done it before.
Rob, where are you?
Right here, lass.
There, jo.
There, there, there.
Jo.
It wouldn't be pains you're feeling,
would it?
Oh, would you?...
Would you like a tumbler of water?
Oh, jo, there, there, now.
You're not to fret.
Tomorrow we start back to Fair Isle.
With me like this
and only $45 in your belt?
Well, then...
You remember Green Bay...
...the city on the water
where we purchased the nanny goat?
I'll find work to do there
in one of the sawmills or grist mills...
...and work.
Couldn't you find?...
Couldn't you find work here in Eureka...
...and we'd be put?
Not flying off hither and thither
to that Blue Bay or this Green Bay.
Well, the men on the riverboat,
they were talking of the logging camps.
No.
to fend for herself and a newborn. No.
Don't worry about Robbie and me.
Robbie?
Then you've named the lad? Hm?
If it does not displease you.
Not if you think you can stand
having two Roberts underfoot.
Whoa.
- Well, how are you, Mrs. Runyon?
- Fine, fine, thank you.
Well, that's good. Good to see you.
Well, what's that?
Hm? Oh, that's a pump.
Well, I know it's a pump.
But inside the cabin?
- Aye, Mrs. Runyon.
- Why, I never heard of such a thing.
Neither did I.
But with the baby coming next month
and myself in the woods all winter...
...well, a man don't want his missus
digging her way through drifts...
...to the pump each morning.
Well, folks will think it's queer,
you being immigrants and all.
Well, uh, ma'am...
...I don't know
why folks would think it queer...
...for a man to want
to ease a burden on his missus.
You've only been here two weeks.
Does Mrs. Eunson think
she's better than other folks?
Mrs. Runyon...
...in the words of our great poet,
Bobbie Burns:
It's hardly in a body's power.
To keep at times from being sour.
Giddap! Giddap!
Uh... Don't worry.
Where's that boy?
Where's that lad? Where is he?
- I can help you with the lower logs.
- In your condition, I won't allow it.
But it's because of my condition
you've got to hurry.
I still don't see how you
and just one young lad...
...can get the cabin up in time.
Beggars cannot be choosers.
When you're poor
and got no money...
...you gotta make do
with what the good Lord sends you.
I got help.
We'll have her up by sundown.
Oh, lad, lad,
you shouldn't have done that.
I've got no money
to pay grown men's wages.
You wouldn't be offering us money,
would you?
No, but a man is worthy of his hire.
But not on the Lord's Day
and not if it's your neighbors.
Come on, everyone, let's go.
And only a fortnight ago,
we didn't have one friend in all America.
Uh...
I don't know what to say.
Well, don't say a thing.
We were glad to do it.
Would you hand me the yeast?
Thank you.
We're proud to have you as a neighbor,
Mr. Eunson.
Look, Mrs. Delbert.
I brought you a setting
of buckwheat yeast.
Tend it, replenish it and keep it warm,
and it will live as long as you do.
Good night.
Come on, everyone, let's go.
I wanted to make a speech.
The well's run dry.
Oh, has it? I doubt that.
Here.
Ah, Rob, you should have married
a practical woman.
Well, there was a woman on the mainland
had her cap set for me.
And her name was?...
Oh, the name is of no importance.
But naturally,
she could cook and bake and fish...
...and, naturally, prime a pump.
And why didn't you marry this cooker
and baker and fisher and pump-primer?
Because she was as homely
as a peat bog.
Now, now, is this the time and place
for a respectable married wom?...
The soup.
Dear me.
What a mess.
Pump-primer.
- Rob.
- Mm?
What day is it?
Today is Sunday, October 12th.
Why, jo?
To remember the baby's birthday.
Oh.
- You mean the time's upon you?
- I think so.
Are you warm enough?
Would you like a spot of broth?
- I'm going to have a baby.
- Baby.
- Now, there's only one thing for you to do.
- Aye.
- Go and find the midwife.
- Aye.
October 12. October 12.
Why, that's the birthday of Columbus.
The man who discovered America for us.
Mrs. Pugmister, hurry, please.
- Please hurry, Mrs. Pugmister.
- There's no rush, Mr. Eunson.
- It's the first one.
- No rush?
No rush, you say.
Mrs. Pugmister, she's in mortal agony.
- Call out if you need me.
- I'll not be needing you.
But there might be something
a man can do.
You've already done it.
Mrs. Pugmister,
what are you making that racket for?
Let the folks know what we've got.
We've got something then?
Might I ask what it is we got?
I ring this bell when it's a boy.
I blow this whistle... when it's a girl.
So the night I was born,
Papa went off to the woods.
He walked all night...
...and it was daylight
when he got to Cullen's logging camp.
Come on, men. Move.
Good day. Now, I want
a lot of work out of you.
All right, the rest of you men,
come on out here.
- Could you tell me where Mr. Cullen is?
- Cullen.
Come on, boys, move on.
Or it'll be over before we get out there.
- Why don't you look where you're going?
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