Savannah Page #6
That's in the paper.
Judge Harden lend you his old boat.
Said keep it...
long as you promise
every once in a while.
Mr. Homer say to post your
mail to the hardware store.
Well...
I'll pick up your mail at Homer's.
Evenin', Mr. Ward.
ROY McCLAIN:
Jack, I just gotta confirm,
you got Christmas off the land.
Listen, Roy, I've been
thinking about this.
Christmas is 95 years old.
Probably gonna see 105.
He was born on Mulberry
on Christmas day.
He is the last surviving
member of that plantation.
He's not family.
Well, not blood,
but freed slaves have rights.
John Eliot Ward wrote
that deed himself.
That ain't the point, Jack.
Besides, Christmas can't
even take care of himself.
He'd probably starve to death
if you weren't feeding him.
Thought you were gonna save that
for a special occasion?
Well, there's... There's
nothing as special
as the present, Roy.
Let me ask you something.
You ever stop and listen to the
words of the old Negro songs?
Can't understand a word they say.
Let me sing one for you.
I'm gonna sit in the humble chair
I'm gonna rock from side to side
Until I die
I'm gonna sit in the humble chair
Till I die
You're a good man, Jack...
but mark my word,
what you said is exactly
what you're going to find one day.
You can't hold back time.
Holding back the tide
with that fountain
pen Lucy gave him.
You've nothing left to prove
with guns and bluster, Ward.
Try a different weapon.
I've written dozens of
articles on shooting
and twice more than that
lambasting the damn fool game laws.
I probably know more quotes
from English letters
than any man, save an Oxford don.
I can tell you the name,
color, use, and disposition
of a dozen type of feathers,
and at least that many
species of waterfowl.
I have a collection
of Confederate money
I saved myself,
beginning before the war ended...
and a lifetime of
practical experience
having virtually no value
in the world today.
50 years on the river I love,
and the damn thing has washed me up
on the bank of a city I
no longer recognize,
inhabited by people I don't
remember inviting here.
All those arguments won,
and now it seems I've
misplaced my winnings.
So be it.
This is where I pulled my skiff.
Christmas, you too lazy to
poke at a fire once in awhile?
I brought you a piece
of Babs' pecan pie.
Johnny made her make
a pie for school.
I said only on condition
Christmas gets a slice.
Oh, hey, Christmas,
I read Ward's last
article in the paper.
Christmas?
Well, Little Jack,
Ward Allen fell to sleep
in the barber chair,
but not before he
laid down the law.
He say don't lay a finger
upon his mustache.
"And the Ambassador
told Ward Allen,
"'You ever come back to Russia,
I will deliver you to the
Tsar myself in shackles.'"
"Christmas Moultrie knew Ward Allen
"better than any other
person that lived,
"and although one to the manor born
"and the other born to slavery,
"they were kindred spirits.
"As a child, I hunted
with Christmas.
"After a long day on the river,
"Christmas would sit in his
rocker before the fireplace,
"gazing up at the picture of Ward,
and with delicate slowness..."
"talk of his white friend."
Now, Christmas told a story,
he told it exactly
the same every time,
not a word out of place.
But there was one story
he would never tell me.
I must have asked a hundred times,
how did Ward Allen die?
I figured he'd go to his
grave without me knowin'.
But I didn't see
that he's been tellin'
me my whole life.
And now, well...
I think he was just holdin' on
till I figured it out.
Well, did you?
Yes, son.
I think I did.
I should have brought
you here before.
Hey, look here.
Look what I got.
Look right here.
He looks like Buffalo Bill.
Yeah, he does.
Yeah, Ward was the best
shot on the Savannah River.
Did I tell you about the time
he shot the eyes out
of Lucy's portrait?
Clean out, just popped them out.
Oh, hey, look.
Look, right back in there.
See it?
Is that a crane?
Dad, how do you think
Ward Allen died?
Son, the important thing
about a man's death
is how it reflects his life...
if it was on his own terms and...
if there was some meaning in it.
There's some meaning
in it, I think.
I feel as if I'm up there,
pulling toward them.
Pulling toward some...
distant purpose.
Oh, bring me a gator
Girl, when you come off the island
A ringtail 'ator
Girl, when you come off the island
A Darien gator
Girl, when you come off the island
A ringtail 'ator
Girl, when you come off the island
A Darien gator
Girl, when you come off the island
A ringtail 'ator
Girl, when you come off the island
A Darien gator
Girl, when you come off the island
Ohh, when you come off the island
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water
If you don't believe
I've been redeemed
God's gonna trouble the water
Follow me down to Jordan's stream
God's gonna trouble the water
Who that yonder dressed in white?
God's gonna trouble the water
Must be the children
of the Israelites
God's gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water
If you don't believe
I've been redeemed
God's gonna trouble the water
Follow me down to Jordan's stream
God's gonna trouble the water
Who that yonder dressed in white?
God's gonna trouble the water
Must be the children
of the Israelites
God's gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Everybody wade in
the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water
God's gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Everybody wade in
the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Everybody wade in
the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water
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