:29:00
I was figuring that-
:29:00
just about the best
fiddler in these parts, he is.
:29:04
He ain't.
:29:05
If he ain't,
who be?
:29:06
Todd haskins.
:29:07
Can't hold a candle
to ed.
:29:09
You're a-thinking.
:29:11
I'm a-knowing.
:29:12
You are, are you?
:29:13
Now, now!
Hush up, you two.
:29:15
There ain't no call
for fussing over a fiddler.
:29:17
We weren't a-fussing.
I were telling him.
:29:20
I'm a-telling you-
:29:21
shh! Ed's better
at the jigging,
:29:23
and todd can sure
fiddle a square.
:29:26
"It biteth
like a serpent
:29:27
and stingeth
like an adder."
:29:29
Uncle lige there
was a-telling me
:29:32
the corn's right
good this harvest.
:29:33
How's the crops
up your way, alvin?
:29:36
Oh, we figure to get
:29:38
about 20 bushel
to the acre.
:29:39
We're going to get
about 60.
:29:41
There's a heap
of difference
:29:42
'twixt farming
the bottom land and the top.
:29:44
There sure is.
I don't see how you could get
:29:47
5 bushels
off that there land of yourn.
:29:50
Now, look here,
zeb andrews.
:29:55
Miss... miss gracie,
i'd sure be much obliged
:29:58
if i could have
a cup of water.
:30:00
Got some
nipping cider.
:30:02
Well, that would go
mighty good.
:30:04
I'll be
getting it.
:30:05
"And the lion
shall lie down with the lamb.
:30:10
And the..."
:30:35
here's your cider.
:30:37
It's coming from
the-where's zeb?
:30:43
Well, what's he...
:30:45
i reckon he lit out.
:30:47
Well, ain't he
coming back?
:30:50
No, ma'am, he ain't.
:30:52
That strikes me
mighty queer.
:30:54
Yes, ma'am.
:30:55
"Whatsoever
thy hand findeth to do,
:30:59
do it
with thy might."