Old Yeller

Old Yeller. Old Yeller

Old Yeller

Here. Yeller

Come back. Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Old Yeller was a mongrel

An ugly lop=eared mongrel

Fancy=free without a family tree

But he could up and do it

And prove there's nothin'to it

And that's how

a good dog should be

Here. Yeller

Come back. Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Best doggone dog in the West

Old Yeller was a hunter

A rarin; tearin'hunter

In any chase

he knew just how to run

And when he hunted trouble

He always found it double

And that's when Old Yeller had fun

Here. Yeller

Come back. Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Best doggone dog in the West

Old Yeller was a fighter

A rootin; tootin'fighter

In any scrap

he knew just what to do

= Knew what to do

=A rough and ready feller

Although his coat was yeller

= His bold Texas heart was true blue

= True blue

Here. Yeller

Come back. Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Here. Yeller

Come back. Yeller

Best doggone dog in the West

Best doggone dog

In the West

- What's Pop gonna sell our steers for?

- For money, of course.

- What's money?

- It's what you buy things with.

What do you mean by "buy things?''

Well, if you got money,

you give it to people for stuff.

And they say you can get

anything for money.

Anything? What's it look like?

Well, I never seen but one piece--

a dollar bill Papa had. It's paper.

- What'd Papa get with this dollar?

- Nothin'. It wasn't no good.

But you just said that you could

get anything with money.

Well, ya can.

But Papa's was Confederate.

- What's Confederate money?

- Confederate money?

Well, it's--

- Well?

- Don't you ever run outta questions?

- I wish you didn't have to go.

- Right now I feel sorta the same way...

but I put 1 00 head of our steers

into that pool herd.

And in Kansas, we can get, maybe,

four or five dollars a head for 'em.

- Cash money too.

- I know, but--

Ain't nothin' to be sad about,

Katie girl.

When you think on it, we're lucky.

There's us and the young 'uns,

good land...

plenty of water,

game for the killin'.

Cash money is all we need

to get a tight tail-hold on the world.

Will you really be gone three months?

All of three months, maybe four.

Now, honey,

it ain't nothin' to cry about.

It's just that we've never

been separated before.

- You know what I'm gonna do

when I sell them steers?

- What?

I'm gonna get you a store-bought dress.

The first one you've had

since we come to Texas.

Let's see here.

Is this about the right size?

Papa, I aim to go with ya!

You better stay here

and take care of your mama.

Aw, gee, Papa.

- But I wanna go. I tell ya, I wanna go!

I wanna go! Wanna go!

- Arliss.

- Let go of me! I wanna go with Papa!

- You ride a piece with me, Travis.

- Arliss!

- All right, Papa.

I wanna go!

But I wanna go!

I can ride them old cows same as you.

You can't go on no cow drive, boy.

Them Injuns would scalp you for sure.

You think so, Papa?

I'm certain.

- Goodbye, Katie.

- Goodbye,Jim dear.

Well, son, while I'm gone,

you'll be the man of the house.

Yes, sir.

There'll be the pigs to mark,

fresh meat to shoot.

And mainly, there's the corn patch.

If you don't work it right,

we'll be without bread this winter.

It's sure enough a man-sized job.

Think you can handle old Jumper

when he's hooked up to a plough?

I'll handle him,

or I'll bust his jawbone with a club.

Well, all right, boy.

I'll see you this fall.

- Papa, you ain't forgettin' the horse?

- What horse?

Now, Papa, you know I've been

achin' all over for a horse to ride.

- I told you time and again.

- Well, what you're needin' worse

than a horse is a good dog.

Yes, sir, but what I'm wantin'

worst is a good horse.

All right, boy. You act a man's part,

and I'll bring you a man's horse.

Wanna shake on it?

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa!

Whoa,Jumper! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa,Jumper!

Get away from that mule!

Let that mule alone!

Papa ain't gone

a full day and look what a mess.

- It's not your fault, son.

- Maybe not, but--

Get, you crazy fool dog! Get!

I know one thing.

That old dog better not come around

here while I got me a gun in my hands.

- Who busted down the fence?

- Where have you been?

Bear huntin'.

Who busted the fence down?

- Danged old stray dog. I had Jumper--

- Dog? Where is he?

You won't never see him.

I done rocked him clean off this place.

But I need me a good huntin' dog.

- Arliss, go wash up

before supper's all cold.

- Aw, Mama.

Go on!

- What do you got in that pocket?

- Nothin'.

- Let's see what you got this time.

- Aw, Mama.

- Come on.

Come on. Oh, Arliss!

- How can you even touch

those ugly things?

- They aren't ugly.

Look it here at his belly,

how soft and smooth and pretty it is.

I know. Everything you catch is pretty.

But take him outta here.

You can't keep him in the house.

- You mean I gotta throw him away?

- And everything else you got

in those pockets.

My frog too?

Arliss, what all have

you got in those pockets?

Aw, Mama, it's just

a little old garter snake.

I don't care.

Get it out of here!

Arliss, if you don't stop

catchin' things and bringin' 'em

into the house...

I'm gonna switch you good.

And don't you ever,

ever pick up a snake again.

- Ya understand?

- Yes'm.

- Now go out there

and wash up for supper.

- Little old garter snake ain't harmful.

If he'll pick up one kind of snake,

he'll pick up another.

Next time it could be a rattler.

I wish he did have a good dog,

like old Bell.

When you were little, old Bell

wouldn't let you near anything harmful.

Ain't another dog in this world

like old Bell was.

Sure would've made short work

of that old yeller stray.

Mama.

I was just thinkin'.

About your papa. I guess

he's eaten his breakfast by now.

Probably wanted to get an early start.

I wonder how far

they got yesterday.

Oh, I don't know.

Papa says 1 5 mile a day...

is a long haul for a trail herd.

I guess he made about ten mile.

Mush is about ready. If you want

middling meat to go with it,

you better go out and cut some down.

All right.

Mama, what happened

to the middling meat?

Why, you no-account, thievin' rascal!

Get outta here!

A dog!

All right!

You hit my dog

and I'll wear you to a frazzle.

- Travis, Arliss,

whatcha doin' out there?

- Let go of my stick!

Arliss! Arliss.

- Don't you dare hit your brother.

- He was tryin' to kill my dog.

- He's not your dog.

And I never even touched him.

- Where on earth did he come from?

He's that same old stray dog

that wrecked the fence. Stole that

big side of middling meat there too.

He's my dog.

Ain't nobody gonna try to hurt him.

Well.

Looks like we've got us a dog.

Mama, you don't mean

we're gonna keep that old,

ugly yeller dog after what he done?

He isn't a ugly yeller dog.

He's a pretty yeller dog.

Come on now. Come on.

Come on.

Why not let Arliss claim him?

- And have him stampedin'Jumper again?

- You could break him of that.

He's a thief, Mama!

He'll steal us blind.

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