[Man] The war between the states.
That's what abner beech called it.
It had been goin' on for a year...
Before it really got to us
in the upper part of New York state.
We were far from the battles. At least, I thought we were.
They called us people in the north that didn't want the war "copperheads."
I was just an orphan livin' with the beeches, but...
I was as big a copperhead as abner.
Springtime, 1862.
That's when the war came home...
And nothin' was ever the same again.
They're recruiting in juno mills.
What on earth for? The war is over.
A confessed failure, if you ask me.
You sound just like my pa.
Your father is afraid of a fight?
Hell, no. Just don't like this war.
Only time I saw abner use his fists on a fellow creature
was when we was just startin' school-- you remember that?
[Chuckling] Oh, yeah.
One of his hired hands cracks a stubborn cow
on the haunches with a shovel--
abner...
Knocks the man clear through the fence post.
[Laughing]
One day it's harsh as a blizzard,
the next, soft as sunshine.
It's the equinoctial.
The what?
Equinoctial.
Well, you know what they say down at the corners.
It's pretty hard to figure if the war's gonna...
Stop in the next few days, or...
Go on for much worse than ever.
[Horse snorts]
Warner thinks we need to join up now.
Says if we wait any longer, we're liable to miss the whole thing.
What's there to miss?
Defending your country, for starters.
Preserving the union, for seconds.
And who'll farm the land and do the work if we all go off to war?
Who invited you?
Since when does Warner pitts need an invitation?
[Chuckles]
[Man] Benjamin wade, republican senator from Ohio,
said, "anyone who quotes the constitution
in this crisis is a traitor."
[Stutters] "Traitor!"
The constitution. Oh, oh, but listen
how a democrat paper in Ohio gave it right back to 'em.
"Such an abolitionist should be hung till the flesh rots off his bones,
"and the winds of heaven whistle 'yankee doodle'
through his loathsome skeleton."
King me, paddy!
You not been listenin' to a word I been reading?
Pa, I'm the checkers king.
Whipped ol' Hurley here.
We don't have kings in America.
Hurley will tell you that.
No, but we got slaves.
Jee hagadorn getting inside that head of yours?
The way to a woman's heart, boy, ain't by rejectin' your own kin...
And parroting the asinine opinions of her father.
How about a rollickin' now, sis?
There'll be no rollicking in this house, ni.
I would be pleased to hear...
"Am I not a man and brother?"
Whatever father wants.
♪ [Piano]
♪ Am I not a man and a brother ♪
♪ ought I not then to be free ♪
♪ sell me not to one another ♪
♪ take not thus my liberty ♪
♪ ought I not then to be free ♪
Did I carry the tune?
Carried the meaning.
You're a blessing to me, Esther.
You're a real blessing.
You play like...
Like an angel.
Just like your mother did.
[Clock chiming]
♪ [Jaunty] ♪ camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ camptown ladies sing this song all doo-dah day ♪
♪ all the doo-dah day all the doo-dah day ♪
♪ camptown ladies sing this song, all the doo-dah day ♪
Whoo!
Thunder and lightnin' are the judgments of divine will.
To put a lightning rod atop a building--
atop a temple...
Consecrated to the almighty--
is an act of insolent defiance!
You cannot still the hand of God!
You cannot silence the booming artillery of heaven.
"Men know not whence cometh the wind."
We know only that the lord rides the storm,
and he reaps the whirlwind.
It's nothing but foolishness.
"The lightning cometh from the east and shineth in the west,
so will be the coming of the lord."
Can you talk sense, hagadorn?
A lightning rod will keep this church from burning down.
What the good lord chooses to burn, no man can prevent.
Be it bush or temple.
The lord helps him who helps himself.
Jeff. Esther.
And so we are justly proud that it was a York state man,
Charles rand, who was the first to answer
president Lincoln's call for volunteers.
[Laughing]
A little chalk dust is nothing
compared to the smoke of the battle of shiloh.
While some men frolic,
others are trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored.
An apple for the teacher.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Who said that?
William Shakespeare. Father would have known that--
Esther. Now there's a beautiful name.
This may sound silly to you, but it's your name.
That's the matter.
Beech?
No, Jeff.
I just-- I don't like saying it.
Why?
It's the name of the president of the rebellion.
A traitor.
But it's my name too.
Middle name, anyways.
Thomas Jefferson beech.
I was born with it before Jeff Davis ever whistled "Dixie."
I know, it's just...
Your first name is so much nicer.
Thomas?
Let's just make it tom.
Then call me tom.
Tom.
Jeff.
Start the potatoes tomorrow.
Who you talking to?
Don't see any other Jeffs hereabouts.
You don't see one here neither.
I ain't Jeff no more.
Name's tom.
Jeff is Jeff Davis.
I don't want no traitor name.
You're named after Thomas Jefferson, you idiot.
Is he a traitor?
No. He's a slaver, though.
Wasn't he?
He wrote the declaration of independence, you fool.
I don't imagine his slaves was too independent.
Whatever you call yourself,
you and Jimmy are starting the potatoes tomorrow.
Or can't we call him Jimmy?
I don't know.
What'd your parents name you for?
Likely Jimmy Madison.
Is that okay with the hagadorns?
Come on now, ray. You can't be sittin' in the shadows.
"Keep not thy talents hid." Come on.
Byron's right. Up you go.
Care for a drink? Yes, thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, hearken to the voice of an angel...
Set down on this earth... Mr. ray hare!
Esther hagadorn, eh?
Her father's crazier than a shithouse rat, but...
She's a prize, Jeff. She's a true prize.
Just remember,
"always to court and never to wed
is the heaviest life that ever was led."
♪ Has it feet like water
♪ lillies?
♪ Has it feathers like
♪ a bird?
♪ Is it brought from famous
♪ countries
♪ of which I have never
♪ heard?
♪ Morning
♪ morning
♪ bright shining of
♪ the sun
♪ morning
♪ will the morning
♪ ever
♪ will the morning
♪ ever
♪ come?
Abner.
Morning, abner.
Tabitha.
Abner.
This from you?
Good deal of sense in this.
But if I have something to say, I say it direct.
I've always respected you, abner. I still do.
But I don't want to see politics tear our community apart.
Already has.
It's your democrats who've torn this country asunder.
It's Abraham Lincoln and his Republicans tearin' us apart,
and the constitution.
Closin' down newspapers. Puttin' critics in prison.
Enlistin' mere boys to fight in his unconstitutional war.
Well, what would you have president Lincoln do?
The rebs fired first. Fort sumter.
He should have let the South go. They'd have not harmed us.
Not harmed us? Hell, they've split the union in two.
Just so they could keep black men in bondage.
I am not a slaver. I've never even seen a slave.
But the constitution says it's none of York state's business what Dixie does.
Those slaveocrats,
they're not satisfied with their little corner of the country.
They want to expand into Kansas,
into Nebraska, into new Mexico...
Good lord, they want us to steal Cuba, too.
How does that fit your beloved constitution?
I'm no party man. I'm no expansionist either.
I don't want Cuba. Hell, I didn't even want Texas.
But I do not want our boys dyin'.
And I don't want the constitution dyin' with them.
The union, abner.
Doesn't the union mean anything to you?
It means somethin'.
It means more than somethin'.
But it doesn't mean everything.
My family means more to me. My farm.
The corners means more. York state means more to me.
And though we disagree, Avery...
You mean more to me than any union.
Good day to you.
Good day, abner.
[Church bell rings]
♪ 'Mid toil and tribulation... ♪
♪ and tumult of her war
♪ she waits the consummation... ♪
♪ of peace forevermore
♪ 'til with the vision glorious... ♪
♪ her longing eyes are blessed ♪
♪ and the great church victorious... ♪
♪ shall be the church at rest ♪
♪ amen
the prophet saw, rising out of the sea...
A beast...
With seven heads and ten horns.
On its horns were ten diadems,
and on its head were blasphemous names.
This beast uttered proud boasts,
and the people cowered in fear...
Asking, "who can compare with the beast
or who can fight against it?"
I wonder at the names of those seven heads.
Could they be Stephen Douglas...
James Buchanan...
John c. Calhoun...
Lewis cass...
John breckenridge...
Franklin Pierce...
Horatio Seymour...?
"Blessed are the peacemakers."
Is that still in the Bible?
Not so fast with those cans, Hurley.
From now on, I want to see measurements.
Measurements? Measurements.
There's talk of certain people watering their milk.
You want to see measurements.
Waterin' milk? What the hell are you talkin' about?
You've never done this before.
Abner beech started this damn cheese factory.
He's an honest man. He wouldn't cheat the devil himself.
So you say.
Abner beech gave you the land for this factory. Waterin' his milk?
You're not worth it.
Bastards!
You take the milk down to juno mills.
And if they give you any trouble about it...
Ask for will bishop and he'll vouch.
Go on.
Thank you.
So what's the verse for today, father?
"Brother will betray brother unto death,
and a father his child."
"Children will rebel against their parents
and have them put to death."
Mark 13. Either verse 11 or 12.
I can't quite remember which.
And ni and I have no plans to put you to death, father.
Just say you won't marry him.
And why would I marry tom beech?
I see the way you look at him. He at you.
I'm a blind pilgrim in this world, but even I...
Can see when a boy sparks a girl.
Dear father, sparks don't always lead to a fire.
If you marry him...
It will kill me.
You ain't a bit well, abner.
I'm likely as well as I'm ever to be again.
Has any more of them been sayin' or doin' anything?
You think I care a picayune what they say or do?
They won't take my timber. Accuse me of waterin' milk in the factory I started.
That's what happens when you tear up the constitution.
Contracts no good. Charters don't count.
Man's own kin turn against him.
Where's Jeff?
Fishin'. He went off about 2:00.
They say they're bitin' like anythin' down in the creek.
Well, stick to your work and they won't bite you.
Sons. They make their own way.
Where do you think Jeff was last night?
Where do you think he is right this minute?
Fishin'? Ha.
He's down at the schoolhouse with the hagadorn girl.
The only thing Jeff's ever been studious about is that teacher.
Daughter of jee hagadorn.
The child of that whining, backbiting scoundrel...
Been eatin' his way into me like a deer-tick.
I'd not be surprised
if he's behind every mean and miserable thing that's happenin'.
And naturally, it's his daughter Jeff takes a shine to.
And it was you that got her the job teachin' school.
Well, that hasn't anything to do with it.
I'm not blamin' her.
She's a good gal, as far as I know.
Quality, like her mother.
The world is turnin' upside down, m'rye.
At least the corners is.
Lies taken for truth,
my neighbors turnin' against me...
And now my son my only son...
Maybe if you speak to Jeff...
Oh, I'll speak to him, all right.
I'll speak to him so he hears me.
Boy, you run down the creek road and see can you find Jeff.
If he's not sniffin' around the schoolhouse,
he'll be sniffin' around the hagadorns'.
Tell him get back here now.
And you needn't tell him what about.
Go on, pick up your feet.
Thank you, dear.
Ho. Want a lift?
Get in. I ain't gonna bite.
You seen Jeff?
Can't call him Jeff no more. You have to call him tom.
I suppose your pa put him up to it.
Maybe so, maybe no. Pa is funny with names.
He's downright mortified I don't up and kill people
on account of my name being benaiah.
He says to me, "boy, here I named you after David's general benaiah
"who killed him an eight-foot Egyptian giant,
"and instead of makin' ready to kill the enemies of righteousness,
"all you do is read dime novels and act foolish.
Should have named you Pete or Steve or William Henry."
That's what I get every day.
Last time he went after me
for makin' a poor enough benaiah, I said to him,
"look here, patriarchs in glass houses mustn't heave stones.
"You're named after jehoiada. It says in the Bible he made a covenant with God.
I've never seen you make no covenant. All you do is make barrels."
What did he say?
I left before he said anything.
[Whistles]
Abner wants you to come right straight home.
Pa send you to say that?
There ain't nothin' the matter at the farm?
He don't want me for nothin' special?
He didn't say. He just said he wanted you home.
Tell pa I ain't comin'.
Tell the old man and ma I'm goin' to enlist in the army.
If they want to say goodbye, they can send word and I'll manage to slip back.
If they ain't willin'... They needn't send word.
Tom, don't you think-- his name's Jeff.
You ought not leave them like that.
Bye, boy.
You'll empty out the creek with that pole.
Jeff says he's goin' to join the army,
and if you want to say goodbye, you're to let him know.
That's what he said.
You'd better go 'round and get your supper.
Gentlemen.
Be safe.
Troops, fall in behind the band in force!
By the way he marched so proudly, you'd have thought
Warner pitts was God's gift to the union army. The big coward.
He is not! I thought he looked smart. Brave and smart.
I think he just wanted to get out of town
before your tummy started showing.
Ah, well. It's an ill wind that blows nobody good.
I could eat a horse and chase its rider.
And what does Mr. beech say of Jeff runnin' off to the army?
He don't say anythin'. Jeff's as good as dead.
Don't matter if he wins the war all by himself.
Mr. beech ain't got a son no more.
Except Jimmy. You're the new son.
So long as he stays clear of hagadorns.
Ain't no other hagadorn girls besides Esther.
You ain't gonna steal Esther while Jeff's at the war, are you, Jimmy?
Till's got no man, Jimmy, now that Warner's gone.
Once upon a time, till was pure as the snow. But she drifted.
She's a little long in the tooth for you,
but a desperate woman ain't choosy.
Don't let these hussies taunt you, Jimmy.
Wouldn't know a real man if he fell from the sky atop them.
Mm-hmm.
Soon be time for the huskin' bee, won't it?
No huskin' bee for us.
Huskin' bee for everybody else, but not for us.
You recall when we set up a ring of big pumpkins over at the seymours' place...
And we all sat on 'em under the moonlight,
and old Lem hornbeck played his fiddle...
And we all danced and danced and sang all the night?
Yes, I do.
I like the huskin' bees later in the year.
The cider and the pumpkin pies... Big fire.
I know many a husband and wife that got started at a bee.
All the men are goin' off to war.
Ain't no one left for bees except Jimmy and copperheads.
Even if we was to be invited,
which we in this household ain't likely to be,
stop it! Enough about huskin' bees.
No huskin' bees this year. None.
Back to work.
Janey, bring up some taters from the root cellar.
Yes'm.
Ain't it funny how Jeff calls this our underground railroad?
He says ain't nobody'd ever suspect Mr. beech hidin' runaways in our root cellar.
Railroad don't stop here, janey.
[Singing softly]
Listen, paddy, this is no time for singin'.
Ain't you heard? 20,000 dead in a place called antietem.
And where would that be now?
Maryland. Where you and your kind would be more welcomed.
My kind?
I'm as American as any of you.
Then why ain't you fightin' at antietem
instead of scroungin' liquor around here?
Because I don't fight for Abe Lincoln.
Nor for any blasted union.
I'm a democrat. You're a copperhead!
Yeah, that's right. Slither away, copperhead!
Crawl all the way back to Virginia where you belong! Get on!
What was that about?
Some of these local boys ain't been readin' the same books
we have in abner's library. Abolitionists.
Fight, fight, fight. That's their answer to everything.
At least hagadorn stands on principle.
A shoutin' methodist, a temperance fanatic, a damned abolitionist, but...
He stands on principle. I gotta give him that.
10 years ago, an abolitionist wouldn't get arrested in dearborn county.
No, an abolitionist would get arrested in dearborn county.
Jee hagadorn was the only one. And he was a lonely one.
County gave Frank Pierce the vote in '52, Jimmy Buchanan the vote in '56.
And then we turn around and we vote Abe Lincoln in '60.
Hagadorn won.
And the thing is, he's still the same jackass he ever was.
Guess I'll hop off and walk a spell.
Suit yourself.
Just gonna find out if they heard anything more, anything about Jeff.
I'll just look in and see, then I can cut home across lots.
Whoa, boy, whoa.
♪ No one to love
♪ no one to love
♪ why no one to love?
♪ What have you done
♪ in this beautiful world
♪ that you're sighing of
♪ no one to love?
Jimmy, I didn't know you were here. Are you hungry?
I roasted an ear of corn, but it's the worst kind of failure.
I've watched ni do it a hundred times...
But with me it always comes out scorched and smoky.
It's tougher than pharaoh's heart.
Here, try a bit. See what you think.
I came to see if you heard anything. Any... news.
About tom?
About Jeff.
No. All we know is that the brigade his regiment was in...
Lost 141 killed, 560 wounded...
And 38 missing.
That's all.
♪ Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord ♪
♪ he is trampling at the vintage
♪ where the grapes of wrath are stored ♪
♪ he hath loosed the fateful lightning with his terrible swift sword ♪
♪ his truth is marching on
has word come? Have you heard? Is he safe?
The day has come! Yea!
But tom! You've seen his name! He's safe!
Tom?
Tom!
Perish 100 Toms. Yea, 10,000 Toms...
On one such day as this!
Pray with me, child, for the Scarlet woman of Babylon is overthrown...
And bound with chains, and cast into a lake of fire.
In one day shall all her plagues come,
death and mourning and famine...
And she shall be utterly burned!
But the list! You've seen the list? You've seen his name?
I didn't see!
Oh, child, Lincoln...
Has signed a proclamation freeing the slaves.
Ah... my child...!
What should I care for all your...
Toms and dicks and Harrys...
On such a day as this?
Woe is the great city of Babylon, the strong city...
For in one hour is thy judgment come.
♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah
can't believe ray hare's dead.
Simpleminded, but oh, could he sing.
Tenderhearted, too. Wouldn't hurt a fly.
Not a good quality in a soldier, I suspect.
Still, the nicest kid you'd ever want to know.
Yeah, but he sang for that old copperhead.
Maybe it was the lord's idea of justice.
Nonsense. Abner beech is a stiff-backed old mule, but he ain't the devil.
I surely hope it ain't a judgment on poor ray.
I've hired out in season to the beeches for two years now.
Not bad people, but awful copperheadish.
What's abner say about his son missing?
He won't talk about it. It's like Jeff never lived.
It ain't natural. You reckon that orphan took Jeff's place?
Jimmy's like a son, but Jeff is a son.
What does this "missing" mean anyway?
Means taken prisoner.
Ah, rebs don't take no prisoners.
They catch 'em, they shoot them.
Well, you all can ask Warner pitts when he comes home.
Wounded in action. A hero, I hear.
Warner pitts? Hero?
Sure. A hero of many a well-fought bottle.
Warner!
So, Warner, they ain't made you general yet?
In due time, lambert. In due time.
First let this old leg heal, then I'll be busy as a Fiddler's elbow...
Tramplin' out every copperhead snake
and secret reb from here to Ohio.
What about the missin'?
They say Jeff beech and Byron truax is missin'.
What do you expect happened to them?
Can't say I know.
We were part of hooker's line... All the boys from the corners.
We were movin' through a cornfield, seemed like ten feet high.
When we came to a clearin', the rebs met us with...
Cannons and muskets and the fury of hell.
Half of us fell dead or wounded.
The other half hightailed it back into the high corn.
Which did you do, Warner?
I got hit in the leg. Mini ball--
worst kind of hit you can take.
That knocked me ass over teakettle.
Just a flesh wound, but it smarted like hell.
I looked over, and I seen ray hare lyin' on the ground.
"Ray," I says, "you okay?"
Didn't move.
Crept over to him. Put my hand on his shoulder.
And then I seen a big hole where his eye used to be.
I got away after a while,
hooked up with a Michigan regiment...
But I lost track of the boys.
Don't know what became of Jeff or Byron or Elijah or anson.
Maybe they died in the cornfield. Maybe they got captured.
Maybe they ran. I don't know.
I just do not know.
Treason.
It was treason, I tell you.
Treachery and treason.
We had the rebels right where we wanted them...
But those traitors in Washington...
They let them cross over the potomac in their own sweet time.
Mcclellan!
He ain't good enough...
To hang from the sourest crabapple tree.
Go, jee! Give 'em hell!
Hangin's too good for them.
Too good, indeed.
Mcclellan... And those infernal union generals...
Ought to be cast into the eternal fire!
Burn them all!
Burn... them...!
Did you pay for those raisins, Mr. abolition?
Or do you intend to emancipate 'em
from our store the way you'd emancipate the slaves?
Oh, Mrs. Watkins.
What do you care about the poor bondsman?
You and your... Susan b. Anthony.
Rights for women?
Women.
That's nothin' more than strumpets...
Preachin' the heretical doctrine of free love.
I don't know if Mrs. Watkins holds with free love, hagadorn...
But she sure don't believe in a free lunch.
A little rain...
What do I do with him, lord?
What do I do with him?
You winnin' the argument with yourself, pa?
Why weren't you there, boy? At Watkins?
Political rumble-bumble doesn't interest me.
The liberty of mankind don't interest you?
The fate of the Republic don't interest you?
Traitors like mcclellan don't interest you?
Copperhead vipers in our own backyard don't interest you?
I thought the copperhead was a Southern serpent.
I've never seen one in York state.
Then you ain't lookin'.
"Crush the serpent's head."
We've got a serpent in our own back yard here.
Abner beech is a copperhead. And a copperhead is a snake.
Yup, the copperhead is a snake.
Abner beech is a man.
Maybe he don't share your notions,
maybe he's wrong, but he's a man.
My own boy can't tell the difference between a man and a snake.
Read genesis, ni.
I have, pa.
Guess I'm too much like Adam.
I bite the apple every time.
Even a beech heard the call to arms.
It shames me...
To see you loafin' around the corners...
When others are doin' the lord's work.
I didn't know the lord's work was killin'.
There's a time for everything, ni.
And now is the time for carrying the sword.
There's too many folks carryin' swords.
Not enough pullin' ploughs.
I'm no fighter, pa. You know that.
You're a sore disappointment to me, boy.
A sore disappointment.
Go on.
So Mr. Lincoln emancipated the slaves.
If that's what he wants to call it.
Emancipatin' slaves by enslavin' free men.
Hey, abner, what's wrong with freein' the slaves?
Ain't they human, too?
The president doesn't have any right to do that on his own.
It ain't in the constitution.
Mr. Jefferson wrote that all men are created equal.
Those slaves are men, ain't they?
They are. They surely are.
But there are cures worse than the disease.
And war ain't a cure for this.
Slavery ain't right.
Not by my lights, not by our lights, not by...
Nobody's lights, save the redhots down by the cotton states thereabouts.
But killin' people and destroyin' whole cities and towns and...
Turnin' the government in Washington
into God's almighty army, that ain't right either.
Only make things worse, as I see it.
It'll only make for a lotta...
A lotta dead boys.
Whoa! Whoa!
The latest crop. The ones that could be identified.
Ray hare's on top. Killed at antietam.
We're returnin' him home to his kin for proper burial.
What's left of him.
He sure was a fine singer.
That he was.
"'I am the resurrection and the light,' sayeth the lord.
"He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
"Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
"I know that my redeemer liveth...
"And that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.
"And though after my skin worms destroy this body, eating my flesh...
"I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself...
"And mine eyes shall behold, and not another.
"We brought nothing into this world,
"and it is certain we carry nothing out.
"The lord gave, the lord hath taken away.
Blessed be the name of the lord."
Abner at home?
He's around here somewheres. You heard somethin' fresh?
No, nothin'.
Only want to talk it over with abner is all.
He'll boot you off the place if you try.
No, me and abner are all right.
Hello, abner.
Ni.
You seen Warner pitts since he got back? Hardly recognize him now.
Think he'd never hoofed it over plowed land in all his life.
He's got his boots blacked and his hair slicked...
And he's wearin' shoulder straps and a sword.
And he's the envy of many a gal, includin' till.
Holdin' court at the corners like he owns the damn place.
Warner pitts can go to the devil.
And take his sword with him.
Well, that's what I say, too, abner.
What beats me is how a fool like that
can get to be an officer right from the word "go."
With him bein' the poorest shot in the whole lot.
I could understand Byron truax as an officer, or your own Jeff--
ho. Ho.
That's enough, ni.
Giddup!
Inside.
Abner, what's the use of gettin' mad for?
Let me have my say. When I'm done,
you don't like it, no one's the worse off.
Ain't givin' you your apple back, though.
This ain't none of your business, ni.
Maybe so, maybe no. There's such a thing as bein' neighborly, abner.
Taking things kindly. Taking them as they're meant.
Neighbors!
I've summered 'em and I've wintered 'em.
And the lord could take the caboodle of them tomorrow and I wouldn't care.
They've lied about me and taken from me.
They've taken from me things that no man had ought to lose.
It takes all sorts of people to make a world, abner.
You've got nothin' particularly against me, do you?
No, but your breed.
Breed? That don't count. What does a breed amount to?
You're the last one who should lug that into a dispute.
You've up and soured on your own breed, your own son, Jeff.
You're a cheeky cuss, aren't you.
Who put you up to comin' here and talkin' to me this way?
Nobody.
It's all my own idea. Hope to die.
Riled me to see you mopin' around up here all alone...
Not knowin' what's become of Jeff,
and actin' like you don't care when you do care.
Jeff sowed. Now he must reap.
What I'm gettin' at
is you'd feel easier in your mind if you knew where he was...
And so would m'rye.
He snuck out behind our backs to join Lincoln's gang...
And Levy war against countrymen of his, never did him no harm.
Now, I'm not one to lug scripture into an argument, like some I know...
But my feeling is, "whoever taketh up the sword shall perish by the sword."
Guess I'll talk with m'rye about all this, then.
She has borne enough.
I don't know what's possessed me,
standin' around gabbin' about my affairs with you.
I bear you no ill will, ni.
If fathers can't help the kind of sons they raise up,
why still less can you blame sons on account of their fathers.
But this ain't a thing I want to talk about with you, not now nor ever.
Abner, I'm goin' South.
I'm gonna find Jeff if it takes a leg.
I don't know how much it'll cost.
I've got a little of my own saved up, but I thought...
Perhaps you might like to...
Ni, you know I'm not a mean man.
And you know also that if...
If that boy had behaved halfway decent...
There's not a thing under the sun
I wouldn't have done for him.
I'm obliged to you for offerin'.
You fill your pockets with apples,
if they taste good to you.
Don't want your damned apples.
You ain't goin' South.
Yes, I am.
I can work my way South.
Jeff would do it for me. I know he would.
Beautiful things they are.
They surely are. The democrat tickets.
In all the corners,
do you think a single solitary soul besides us
is gonna vote for the democrats tomorrow?
A vote for principle is never wasted, Hurley.
Thomas Jefferson himself called the ballot...
"The rational and peaceable instrument of reform."
We'll cast ours with pride.
As many of them as they'll be allowin' us.
When will people learn? Lincoln...
Lincoln is now conscriptin' mere boys into the army
because not enough are volunteerin'. He's callin' it a...Draft.
We will cast our votes for the constitution and for the democrat party,
and we will walk through the gates of hell themselves if we have to
to cast these ballots.
Wish I could go.
A democrat woman. Janey, you do tempt me.
Your name?
Still abner beech.
Timothy Joseph Hurley.
You got your naturalization papers?
That I have. That I have.
They make no good.
What's that you're sayin'? I've voted on them same papers
every year since 1852, when I helped put Frank Pierce in the white house.
No good, is it? No good?
Why ain't they good? Because they ain't, that's why.
Don't block the window. Real Americans want to vote.
I'll call the law on you. I'll swear my vote in--
shut up, you Mick! Don't let him vote!
One copperhead's one too many.
Kill him! Kill that copperhead!
You stay back away!
Timothy Joseph Hurley.
Timothy Joseph Hurley!
It was not a red letter day for civilization, I'm afraid.
Come on. Give us just one so we can see who won.
The copperheads have won!
"Seymour elected governor."
We lost the district by 80 votes!
Goodbye, liberty!
Ain't nothin' for you! No copperhead papers here!
If you don't give me that paper,
I will tell abner, and he'll make you sweat for it.
"For governor, Horatio Seymour...
"306,649.
"James s. Wadsworth, 295,897.
Democratic-constitutional union party victorious."
We also win lieutenant governor, canal commissioner...
Clerk of the court of appeals, and inspector of state prisons.
Huh?
Maybe we can set free all those democrats...
That the abolitionists stuck in their jails.
Oh, what a fine day this is!
Oh, looks like York state caught copperhead fever.
I heard till wailin' about it.
Here she quits us because her big hero came home...
And now she's sayin' Warner went and got himself shot for nothin'.
"The peace party won the election," she said,
as if it was the worst thing in the world.
Oh! Let's light the bonfire tonight.
Let every mother's son down at the corners see it blaze!
Tell 'em we won.
By God, we could take back the congress.
If that happens, it's a done matter. The war is over.
The South will return. We'll have our union back and our constitution.
Well, what if the South won't come back? What if they say...
"Hey, yanks, you go your way, we'll go ours. Thank you very much."
Why then we just leave 'em out. The South right out of it.
This war, this...
This wicked war between brothers, it has to end.
That's why we had to vote on Tuesday.
That's why we went down to the corners and cast those ballots.
For the democrats!
For peace, janey. For peace.
Just think what's been goin' on. Great armies bein' raised.
Hundreds of thousands of honest men
taken from their livelihoods...
And their families and set to murderin' each other.
Whole districts of the country torn up by the roots...
And homes desolated and the land filled with... Widows and orphans.
And ni on every house a house of mournin'.
M'rye...
Ain't been feelin' over and above well.
Janey, we will have your bonfire.
And we'll use that pile of scrap down by the cow barn.
This is the fire of liberty! Wonder how they like this down in the corners.
Good evening, miss.
How do you do, Mr. beech?
I've come to see you about something that is very pressing.
Janey... we got another place to supper.
No, really, I can't.
It'll be there for you if you want to.
Sit down. Please.
In one sense, we ain't your friends.
There's a whole heap of things we shouldn't talk about
because they'll only lead to bad feelings.
So we'll leave all that severely behind.
I understand.
That bein' said, what's the matter at hand?
There seems to be different stories,
but the gist of them is...
That a number of leading union generals
have been discovered to be traitors...
And mcclellan has been dismissed from his place
at the head of the army...
And ordered to return to his home in New Jersey under arrest.
And they say others are to be treated the same way.
And some think it will be a hanging matter.
That is just spite because we licked them in the elections.
I wouldn't worry your head about that.
That isn't all. They say there's been discovered...
A big conspiracy about secret sympathizers all over the north.
We've heard that since the first day of the war. There is no evidence.
They say these conspirators are in every state of the north...
And that they plan to bring across
infected clothes from Canada...
And spread smallpox among us...
What kind of cock-'n-bull story will they hatch next?
You don't mean to tell me that a girl
with such a good head on her shoulders
give ear to such tom foolery.
It doesn't matter so much what I believe, Mr. beech.
What matters is what they believe down at the corners.
Damn the corners.
Mr. beech, they're coming here tonight.
That bonfire of yours made them mad.
Heaven only knows what they're gonna do when they get here.
I couldn't bear not to tell you.
I'm obliged.
Whatever happens, I'm obliged.
I would be all the more set on you stayin' to supper.
You have a hungry look, Hurley. Red and ruddy.
I've been kissed by strawberries on the hill, as the poet says.
You like Mr. whittier's poetry?
Don't know about his poems, ma'am.
Can't say I like his politics.
Perhaps poetry is more important than politics.
Mr. beech, I asked a school friend of mine
to send me all the papers that came to her house...
And I've been going through them religiously
whenever I could be alone.
I don't mean to say that I don't think you're wrong--
I do think you're wrong.
But I am starting to understand how you should believe yourself to be right.
[Man] Smoke the damned copperheads out!
I wasn't born in the woods to be scared by an owl.
Eat up.
Hey, copperhead! You're not bein' very social!
I got a nice, warm pot of tar waitin' for ya!
Yeah, copperhead! It's in your honor!
Come on out!
[Gun fires]
M'rye, take janey and Jimmy upstairs. Stay there.
Hurley, get the axe. Stay by the kitchen door.
I think you had ought to go home, dear.
You can leave by the back door.
[Men continue shouting]
We've come to take you an' paddy
out for a little ride on the rail!
[Man] Hey, Mick, you wanna be a black irishman?
A celebration!
We just wanna share some time!
Come on out, copperheads!
They're leaving.
Abner! The house is on fire!
[Wood creaking]
M'rye. Look what I found.
Not the fires of hell couldn't burn that.
Jeff used to play with it for hours at a stretch when he was a baby.
[Knock at door]
Who is it?
Where is my daughter?
Come in.
Never under your roof. I swore I never would, and I never will.
Under my roof? You'd need a crowbar to get under my roof.
What's left of it. I haven't a house anymore, hagadorn.
So your oath ain't bindin'.
Besides, the Bible says "swear not at all,"
so come in so I can shut the door.
Where's my daughter? I stand on a father's rights.
I sent Esther out to you...
Just before your redhots lit up my house like gomorrah!
We didn't intend... For that...
Burning out a viper's nest is a tricky business.
But your Esther ain't here.
Well, I been home. She's not home.
Good lord.
Hurley, janey, bring the lanterns, quick! Jimmy...
Esther! Esther!
Esther? Esther?
Esther!
[Sobs]
Well, ol' 76, what's the word?
Is she...?
We looked and looked, but there weren't no sign of her.
We'll look again come morning light.
Likely she just run off in the woods.
Why did they burn our house down?
War's a...
It's a fever, son.
It's a fever, and you get heated up.
And the fever pushes you out of your right mind.
You do things you wouldn't do if you weren't sick.
You kill, you maim...
You lose sight of... Who you are, where you live.
It's like you've got no... No kin no more.
No neighbors.
You lose...
You lose your bearings.
And you...
You ain't who you really are.
Well, well, well.
If it ain't winfield Scott and Robert e. Lee.
War must be over if you boys have come home.
Why don't ya come on in here, tell me a war story.
I'm sorry, Jeff.
Others got it worse.
Tell me a good story. Embellish it as you find necessary.
How about you hear a true tale of courage and bravery...
Right out of fennimore Cooper, more or less.
That would please me very much, ni.
Stick to the facts only when it's convenient.
Well...
The fact is, after takin' my leave of the corners...
I hopped a freight train to Albany,
made it down to New York on a riverboat.
And then I hitched up with the sanitary commission folks...
Got them to let me sail on a boat to anapolis.
And I hung around camp parole and got talkin' with fellas...
Who'd been prisoners in Richmond
and got exchanged and sent north.
And... they said there's a whole slew
of our fellas in Southern prisons...
That got brought in after antietam,
and they was gettin' paroled
in exchange for the Johnny rebs we captured.
I waited around camp parole...
And then, one day, along comes Mr. blue Jay himself.
"Long way from the corners," he says, and I joshed him back and...
I went to see the commissioner about his exchange...
Got his papers fixed up, and that's all there is to it.
Thank you.
Is that all there is to it, Jeff?
Wish I could tell you a tale, Mr. Avery, but...
There's the war you read about in the newspaper,
and there's the war that really is.
Me and Byron truax was fightin' in a cornfield and got chased out.
We lost our regiment and fell in with some stragglers from Michigan.
We waded through a creek and set our sights
on takin' a battery on top of a knoll...
But we didn't see the sharpshooters hidden behind a rail fence.
These rebs...
Gave it to us straight. Pow.
[Distant guns firing]
Mowed us all down.
Byron got it right in the face.
Let out a kind of little cry, and that was it.
At dusk, the rebs came out lookin' for guns and blankets off the dead.
Most everybody was dead, or nearly so, but...
But a few of us was playin' possum
because it would have been a sure death to get up.
Were you hurt?
Just a scratch on the arm.
The rebs found me and the other livin' ones
and marched us to the rear of the line...
Where they...
Skinned us like bandits and marched us off to Richmond.
Your... your arm?
It was only a scratch, really.
But it got worse on the march and wasn't tended to decently.
And by the time we got to Libby, it was purple-like.
Pus was leakin' from it. Smelled awful.
I was scared to death. I ain't ashamed to say it.
Doctor at Libby took one look at it, said it was gangrene.
Took me in this butcher shop they called a hospital...
Fed me some whiskey, and cut the damn thing off.
Thomas Jefferson beech, the one-armed man.
Mighty glad to see you back, Jeff.
You too, ni.
Pa!
Esther?
M'rye.
[Gasps]
Oh, my boy!
Jeff!
Pa!
Pa?
[Organ playing]
♪ I fear no foe
♪ with thee at hand
♪ to bless
♪ ills have no weight
♪ and tears no bitterness
♪ where is death's sting?
♪ Where, grave
♪ thy victory?
♪ Each triumphs still
♪ if thou abide
♪ with me
my pa was not a wishy-washy man. No, sir.
Everythin' he did, he did all out.
And he did it for the lord...
Whether he was poundin' out firkins or singin' out psalms.
But some of you probably wish
he wasn't so all out when he was singin'...
He raised me and my sis all by himself.
He fed us on Bible verses for breakfast, lunch and supper.
And I groused at that diet,
but I guess some of it stuck, and I'm grateful that it did.
Now, I ain't one for quotin' chapters.
Seems to me one of the wisest things
he ever told us was this--
"love thy neighbor as thyself."
I'm gonna say that again.
"Love thy neighbor as thyself."
Seems to me we do an awful poor job
of livin' up to that one.
We love our neighbor just fine
when the sun is out and the crops are high...
And our neighbor is agreein' with everythin' we say.
Oh, we love him just fine.
But he'll be a bit ornery, disagreeable...
Maybe he's just got a different way
of lookin' at things than we do.
All of a sudden,
we don't love our neighbor so much any more.
In fact, we hate him.
We'll call him names.
We'll burn his house down. Maybe even kill him.
And all the while we sit in church mouthin' the words...
To pretty little hymns that we don't mean.
When I went down to Richmond, to go pick up Jeff...
I seen men--boys really,
some no more than 16 years old--
without arms and legs and eyes.
And they was the ones that wasn't killed. They was the lucky ones.
I seen black slaves in Virginia, men 40, 50 years old...
And they'd get bought and sold...
And whipped just because of the color of their skin.
And I seen all this...
And I wondered what happened to "love thy neighbor"?
And then I come home...
And I see that abner and m'rye's house got burned to the ground...
And I thought what happened to "love thy neighbor"?
And I found my father dead, dead as any soldier on a battlefield.
And I thought...
What happened to "love thy neighbor"?
Nothin' I can say can bring back pa.
And nothin' I can say can bring back the beeches' house.
Maybe in the face of all this madness...
We can start lovin' our neighbor.
One-handed fishin' is gonna take some gettin' used to.
My cooking may take even more getting used to.
I shall have to ask ni for lessons.
What do you think'll happen first,
our wedding, or the war's end?
That's an easy one. First lesson of courtship--
never make a long engagement to a pretty girl.
It ain't natural.
As for the war, she has many a hand left to deal.
Many a sorrowful hand.
♪ Slumber my darling
♪ thy father is near
♪ guarding thy dreams
♪ from all terror and fear
♪ sunlight has passed
♪ and the twilight has gone ♪
♪ slumber my darling
♪ the night's coming on
♪ sweet visions and tender sleep ♪
♪ fondest dearest to me
♪ while others the revels keep ♪
♪ I will watch over thee
♪ slumber my darling
♪ till morn's blushing break
♪ brings to the world
♪ the glad tidings of day
♪ fill the dark void
♪ with thy dreaming delight
♪ slumber thy father
♪ will guard thee tonight
♪ thy pillow shall sacred be
♪ from all outward alarms
♪ thou, thou are the world to me ♪
♪ in thine innocent charms
♪ slumber my darling
♪ the birds are at rest
♪ wondering dews by the flowers are caressed ♪
♪ slumber my darling
♪ I'll wrap thee up warm
♪ pray that the angels
♪ will shield thee from harm