The Littlest Rebel Page #6

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- Bye.

Uncle Billy, isn't there any way

we can get them out of there?

Honey, that soldier man

give me some money.

He's gonna write me a letter

to give to a judge up in Washington.

He said there's just one way...

but I don't know if we got

enough money to get there.

Please, sir, how much is the railroad fare

for a colored man to Washington?

Six dollars and 20 cents.

And how much for the little girl, sir?

Ah, she's a little too tall for half fare.

Oh, no, I'm not.

I'm standing on my toes.

This is my right size.

All right.

It'll be $9.60 for you, first class.

Thank you, sir.

- Have you got enough?

- No, child.

It's gonna take more money

than what we got.

How do people get money?

I know how to get some more money.

Come on, honey child.

Help the cause, white folks.

It's for the cause.

- Which cause?

- The-The right cause.

Thank you. Thank you.

I don't put no money

in the Confederate cap.

There you are, boss.

I brung this along just in case.

- Oh, well, that's-

- Thank you.

Here, give me that.

This makes 44, 45, 46, 56.

Bless the Lord. Praise the Lord.

We got enough now,

honey, for railroad fare.

Come on, child.

- You may go in now.

- Thank you, sir.

Come on, Uncle Billy.

Come right in.

Miss Virginia Cary and Uncle Billy?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir, Mr. President.

How do you do, my dear?

Very nicely. Thank you, sir.

And how are you, Uncle Billy?

Let me see.

Judge Van Allen

told me about this case.

Yes, sir. He's the gentleman

the soldier man sent me to.

Come over here.

Tell me all about it.

There. Now... that's nicer.

My daddy and Colonel Morrison

are in prison...

and they're going to shoot them.

Your father is a captain

in the Confederate Army.

Yes, sir.

Arrested as a spy.

My daddy isn't a spy!

Do you know what a spy is?

I know it's something bad,

because they shoot you for it...

and my daddy

couldn't do anything bad.

I don't see how he could either...

with a little one like you.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Tell me about it.

My daddy went away to the war...

and then the Yankees

came around to our house...

and sometimes

my daddy came home.

- Was he in uniform?

- Yes, sir.

- What color?

- Gray.

I see.

Thank you, sir.

Then there were

so many Yankees around...

my daddy couldn't

come home anymore.

Then they burnt down our house,

and my mommy got sick...

and had to go to bed

in Uncle Billy's cabin.

No, that's yours.

I had the last piece.

That's right.

We had nothing to get her medicine with,

Mr. President.

The soldiers took

most everything we had.

And Mommy kept asking

for my daddy.

All the time she'd ask.

No, that's mine.

You had the last piece.

- I beg your pardon.

- You forgot. That's all.

So Uncle Billy went

and brought my daddy back home.

The next day, my mommy went away.

There, there. Don't cry.

You're a great big girl.

You mustn't cry.

- I won't.

- What happened next?

Then the Yankees came,

and my daddy had to hide in the garret.

Then Colonel Morrison came in.

He talked to me.

He's awfully nice.

He has a little girl, too,just my age.

Then he found Daddy,

and Daddy told him...

about wanting to take me to my

Aunt Caroline in Richmond...

so I could get enough to eat.

That's why the colonel give

Massa Cary the pass, sir-

just so he could bring Miss Virgie

where she could be taken care of.

I see. Now, on this trip...

before your daddy was captured...

did he write down anything

on paper or anything?

- No, sir.

- Did he ever stop and look at the Yankee soldiers...

or count them

or look at the cannons?

No, sir. He told me

that if we got to Richmond...

and anyone asked me

what I had seen...

I was in honor bound

not to tell them.

- He told you that?

- Yes, sir.

Because Colonel Morrison

asked him not to see anything...

and my daddy gave his word,

and they shook hands.

- John.

- Yes, Mr. President?

- Mr. President?

- Yes, Miss Virgie.

You won't let them shoot my daddy

and Colonel Morrison, will you?

- Rush this by special courier to General Grant.

- Yes, Mr. President.

- Is this yours?

- No, it's yours.

I had the last piece.

There, there now.

All your terrible fears are over.

Your father and Colonel Morrison

are going free.

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