Drums Along the Mohawk Page #5

- Stop!

- Get out of my way!

- Ooh.

- Oh!

Oh! Poor Gil.

- Not yet, boys. Not yet.

- Huh?

- No.

It's the waiting around that-

Not knowing what's going on.

Why can't Dr. Petry do somethin'?

Why can't he?

I don't know, Gil.

Blue Back, you've had a lot of experience

in this business. What do you think?

Having babies,

that's woman's business.

She better go far, far by herself.

Leave husband alone!

Daisy!

Daisy, hurry with those things.

This is terrible.

Gil! Gil Martin!

Get some hot water, quick!

- That's all right. That's all right.

George Weaver, you keep away

from that springhouse.

Uh, I'll get some-

I'll get some more wood.

It's a boy.

Praise be to the Lord.

A boy. Gil. Gil!

It-It- It's a-

- It's a boy.

- It's a boy.

It's a boy.

Joe, we got a boy!

- Give me that.

Mmm.

Christian, it's a boy.

We got a baby boy.

- What?

- A baby boy!

- A boy?

- Yes!

- A baby boy?

- Sure!

And to think, at my age...

another son.

- Get some brandy.

- Yes, sir.

- Brandy? For a little-

- No. For you.

Go on in.

- Is- Is she all right?

- Fit as a fiddle.

- Well, who does he look like?

- He's gonna faint. He's-

Oh, Lana, never again.

Gil.

I prayed so hard

it would be a boy.

Take him in your arms,

just for a moment.

Oh-

Go ahead.

Doggone.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Yoo-hoo!

Come on, everybody! The dance is starting.

- Come on.

- I'll bet Barney

never kissed you like that!

Barney McKlennar was a real man.

When he kissed you, you stayed kissed.

Let's see if he taught you

how to hold your liquor.

He didn't need to.

I was born knowing that.

Hooray!

To the greatest crop in the Mohawk Valley

and the man who's responsible for it...

Gil Martin!

To the bride and groom,

Mary and John Weaver.

May they always be as happy

as they are tonight.

Please, God.

Please let it go on

like this forever.

Come on, Gilly.

You're gonna help Mommy

find some nice wild honey.

Upsy-daisy. Come on.

There we go.

- That you, Daisy? Go away. Go away.

What do you want?

What are you doing here?

Answer me! What do you mean

coming in my house?

Burn house. Fire quick.

Don't you dare,

you filthy drunken rascal!

Ah! Get out of here quick

before I skin you alive.

Get out of here!

What are you doing?

My bed!

Ah, you crazy horse thieves!

If I could get my hands on a butcher knife!

Daisy! Daisy! Lana! Gil! Gil!

- My bed! Take your hands off that bed!

Take your- Oh!

- You go quick, old woman! You catch fire!

- Old woman!

I won't move a step without my bed.

- My husband bought this bed

the day after I was married-

Stop that! Shame on you.

Get this bed out of here quick.

- Quick! Get this out of here!

- Sure. Fine. We take bed.

- Hurry up! Hurry up!

Quick! Hurry up, you fools!

I'll have your ears lopped off for this.

- Ah! Put it out!

You fools! Upside down.

Turn it upside down.

Turn it upside down.

- Turn it up! Turn it up-

You fools!

- Mrs. McKlennar! Mrs. -

- Oh! Mrs. McKlennar! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Away! Away!

- You've got to get out!

- Go away! Go away!

My husband built this house. I've lived in it

all my life, and I'm not going to leave it.

- Go away. Go away.

- You've got to come!

- Listen to me! You cannot stay-

- Lana!

- Gil! Gil. Gil.

- Go away and leave me alone, Gil.

- Mrs. McKlennar!

Lana! Gil!

Gil! Lana! Andrusville

has just been wiped out.

There's over a thousand of em headed this way

under Caldwell. You've got to get to the fort!

Take him. Mrs. McKlennar,

you've got to come!

- I'm not leaving this house.

I've lived in it all my life.

- Come on, Sarah.

Go away! Hartman,

leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Oh, Almighty God...

by whose divine assistance

Samson did smite the Philistines...

hip and thigh

with great slaughter...

help thy people now gird up

their loins for the coming battle.

Put courage

in our hearts, Lord...

that we may drive our enemies

back into the wilderness.

For we all know only too well

what will happen to us...

if these sons of Belial

ever get over these walls...

or come in through that gate...

which, with

thy permission, Lord...

I now order closed.

Amen.

Close the gate.

Tether all the animals

or drive 'em out!

You women and children,

go into the church.

Hallelujah, men!

- Let's go!

If you can't get

your hair under those hats, cut it off!

It won't do any good anyhow

if those greasy devils get in here.

- Daisy. Daisy.

- Now sing, children. Sing in praise of the Lord.

Woman!

Brother Reall!

Put down that devil's brew.

I was only trying to get rid of it...

so- so's them heathens

wouldn't get it.

Beware of the heathen within thine

own breast. Cast it away!

- Hallelujah!

Hallelujah.

Do you think they'll attack tonight?

With Caldwell

leadin' 'em they will.

Look. What's that?

That's them.

Alarm!

- There goes our barn,

off to the right of those trees.

- There goes my place.

- No, that's Ritter's.

Then mine's next to it.

Hold your fire, John. Save your ammunition.

They're just trying to draw us out.

Back to your place.

Martin's right.

Trust in the Lord, and wait

until you can make every shot count.

You filthy painted heathens.

Consume them, Lord...

as thou didst thine enemies

in the days of Jeremiah.

Pastor! Gil! Adam!

- Wait till they're close, men!

- Adam! Here they come!

Ready with those rifles, women!

God have mercy on his soul.

I must be shooting

a little to the left.

Here you are, George!

Loaded.

Now shoot the breeches off them,

if they're wearin' breeches. Daisy, come on!

Loaded.

Chain shot.

Get to the gate!

Call the filthy beggars back.

We'll wait till the moon sets.

Oh, Barney! Barney,

if you were only here, we'd show 'em.

We'd show-

Hold me up.

I can't breathe... lying down.

- Ah.

Lana, come beside me.

- Give me your hand.

Now don't start tuning out.

I want you and Gil to have

my place- everything.

You've been like

my own flesh and blood.

Oh.

Look under the front porch.

I buried... some gold pieces there,

just in case.

Divide it up among

the lot of you.

Gil.

Good-bye, good-lookin'.

Barney.

Barney!

- Oh!

For thine is the kingdom...

the power and the glory...

forever.

- Amen.

How's the ammunition, Parson?

Mighty low.

Ammunition's mighty low, Lord.

- I go Fort Dayton for help.

- That's a job for me.

- No, I'll go.

I know every foot of the way.

Anybody can make it, I can.

Joe.

Joe.

Parson, do you mind?

He'll need it.

Oneida Trail, huh, Joe?

Good luck, Joe.

He got away.

Listen.

Adam!

That's shooting, Adam!

You filthy murderers!

Just leave him-

God, our merciful father...

forgive me for what

I am about to-

Amen.

Get away. I'm all right.

Gil.

What about-

Somebody's-

I'm going, Parson.

Good luck, Gil.

- Joe, did he-

- He did not.

- I'm gonna try it myself, Lana.

- Gil.

If I can make the woods,

I can outrun 'em.

They'll kill you.

You're not going to be afraid, you hear?

You're not going to.

- They'll kill you.

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