The Sun Shines Bright Page #2

and thanked them in person, General.

My carriage awaits your pleasure.

I spoke the final word on that,

18 years ago...

...when Dr Lake brought back that girl.

It is your granddaughter, sir.

That sir, I deny.

Goodnight, Trumpeter Priest.

Billy!...

Little Billy Priest...

You'll loom large in my memoirs.

Thank you, General.

Thank you kindly.

Honour Guard!

Advance the colours.

To the flag of our glorious republic!

Right hand...salute!

Gashed with honourable scars...

Low in glory's lap they lie...

Although they fell,

they fell like stars...

...streaming splendour

through the sky.

Cover!

The Gideon K.I.R's Encampment...

The United Confederate Veterans...

...will now come to order.

Our illustrious general...

...regrets that he cannot attend tonight.

He asked me to convey his compliments...

...to the men of the old Fairfield Brigade

of Forest Cavalry.

I'm glad you could come, comrades!

Come in...sit down...sit down!

How's the baccy crop, out your way?

Come in...sit down...sit down.

Judge, are you goin' let those boys

shout it over me?

Well, that's Finney...is that Little Mink?

He must've been all of 8 years old!

And now comrades, we have some

very important business to conduct.

Lewt.

Now all of you as wear eyeglasses...

I want you to come forward

and inspect the picture...

...of General Fairfield, closely.

And them as ain't got glasses

can borrow from them that has.

Doctor's daughter will be in this room...

...next decoration day.

She can't fail to recognise the lady

as her grandmother.

The general is prepared

to deny the relationship.

Just the same...

It proves beyond doubt...

...that we have preserved the last bud

of the Fairfield tree.

The portrait must come down.

What is your opinion, gentlemen?

Judge, I think you better send it

to your house tonight.

Better take it down, Judge.

Very well.

Jeff, see that the portrait

goes to my house tonight.

The meeting will come to order.

I have here a letter, published

under the name of Horace K. Maydew...

...my opponent in the coming election.

A point of order, please!

It is a fixed resolve of this encampment...

...that politics must never...

This ain't politics!

It's a deliberate liable.

What's liable?

"How long will the progressive

and up-to-date city of Fairfield..."

"....be subject to Confederate rule?"

"To the sentimental appeal

of empty sleeve and timber-toe?"

"To the doddering relics of a lost cause?"

"To the machine headed by the whisky-drinking

William Pittman Priest..."

"An ignorant horse-doctor, Lewt Lake."

"An illiterate braggart of unknown antecedance..."

"Sergeant Jimmy Bagby."

All that's left of us is here.

Maybe it's a hant...

..a ghost.

See who's at the door, Jeff.

Mr Joe D. Habersham, Judge...

Mr Joe D. Habersham.

Judge, I don't want to intrude

on your encampment...

...but somebody stole our flag

from the Juliana Hall.

And you can't open your meeting,

until you salute it the way we do.

That's right, sir.

As strange as it seems, gentlemen...

...it was a spanking brand new flag...

...exactly like this one.

One country...one flag.

Comrades, shall we send Sergeant Bagby

...as a colour-guard of honour?

Judge, I ain't ever give up

no captured Yankee flag yet...

...and I don't aim to start now!

He'd be only to glad to act

as a colour guard for your...our flag.

There are time, yes, when politics

should be forgotten.

That's mighty handsome of you, Judge...

Mighty handsome.

Thank you, Joe D.

Thank you.

I declare, Billy...

I like you so much, personally...

...I wish I could vote for you.

No politics, Joe...

No politics!

Being a member of the

Grand Army of the Republic...

I'd just as lief cut my throat,

as to vote for a Democrat.

This is no time for political matters.

Forward...march!

Hurrah, hurrah we bring the jubilee

Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!

So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea

While we were marching through Georgia.

Atten...shun!

Gentlemen...

Judge Priest, on behalf of his encampment...

...has kindly consented

to lend us THEIR flag.

I suppose seeing those captured

Confederate flags...

...is like a snake-bite to YOU, Judge.

Gentlemen...

I propose that we offer Judge Priest

an antidote for snake-bite.

Gentlemen...

Those Confederate flags...

and OUR national standard...

...are what has made this Union great.

In what other country...

...could a man who fought against you...

...be permitted to serve

as judge over you...

...be permitted to run for re-election!

...and bespeak your suffrage

on Tuesday next, at the polls.

I see before me, some of the bravest men

that rode for Phil Sheridan.

While I was rather well-know myself,

in Forest Cavalry...

But you'll find the records

on these cards...

No politics, tonight, gentlemen...

No politics.

But a perusion of these cards wills show you

why I stand for law and order...

Why I am willing to serve you again

for another 4 years...

...to prevent Horace K. Maydew

from making a mockery of justice!

I have nothing personal

against Maydew...

...though you know him to be

the son of a carpetbagger...

...from Boston...

...Who came here to feather his nest...

...before you soldiers who did the fighting...

...could get back home!

Thank you.

The Blue and the Gray...

Let us march together...

...beneath The Star-Spangled Banner!

And Tuesday, gentlemen...

Search your conscience!

Goodnight comrades!

We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground...

Give us a song to cheer.

Our weary hearts, a song of home...

And friends we love so dear.

Many are the hearts that are weary tonight...

Wishing for the war to cease...

Many are the hearts looking for the right...

To see the dawn of peace.

Did you snap a ring?

Why, no...it just came unbuckled.

Please...let me buckle it for you.

Oh, it's nothing Mr Corwin...

I can fix it.

Thank you, just the same!

It's a pleasure, ma'am.

Mr Ashby...don't you ever let anybody

see you like this again!

Especially this young lady...

...that everybody's sayin'

such bad things about...

And especially Mr Buck Ramsey...

that talks so evil about it.

Buck Ramsey?!

Please Mr Ashby...

I just mean when Miss Lucy Lee

takes the doctor's buggy to the stable every night.

Allow me!

Why don't you take a ride with ME?

Them's my dapple-greys.

Fastest team in Fairfield County.

Ignore them all, Miss Lucy Lee.

Uncle Zack...

Take the little lady home

and bring the rig back.

You need a young man

for a job like that, Ashby.

You need ME!

No...you got business with ME.

What business?

You and I are goin'

to the harness room.

We're gonna pick out

a pair of buggy-whips...

..and I'm gonna see if I can whip the dirt

outta that filthy mouth of yours.

Maybe his friend wanna

come along with him...

Maybe they got

a few more snickers.

Buck Ramsey!

If you ain't out of town

in 5 minutes...

...I'll deputise myself

and make a citizen's arrest.

Now get back to the Tornado District

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