:27:01
Pierre, someone's comin' upriver.
:27:19
Customer.
:27:28
Trapper, seems like.
See how that cover bellies up?
:27:32
Could be furs.
:27:45
Thirsty, mister?
:27:47
Drier than a grasshopper on a hot griddle.
:27:53
Well, welcome to our little inn, sir.
:27:56
My name is Jeb Hawkins,
late colonel of the Alabama militia.
:27:59
- Where you bound for?
- Pittsburgh.
:28:00
Pittsburgh?
:28:01
Looks like he's got
a whole canoe of furs, Pop.
:28:04
- A sure enough mountain man.
- Indeed.
:28:06
One of our brave explorers gonna extend
our domain to the far shores of the Pacific.
:28:10
Nothin' but the finest for you, sir.
Whiskey?
:28:12
Right.
:28:13
No pepper or rattlesnake heads in this.
:28:15
Nothin' but the pure grain
and the sweet kiss of the malt.
:28:17
Never mind the cup, I'll just take the jug.
:28:21
A real mountain man, eh?
:28:22
I trust you'll toast our noble banner, sir.
:28:24
I sure will.
:28:46
Golly, you're right.
That's real sippin' liquor.
:28:48
Pa, him being a trapper...
:28:49
...do you suppose he might know
what that varmint is we got?
:28:52
Well, say, now, he might.
Yes, sir, he just might.
:28:55
Sir, we catched us a cave-dwellin' critter...
:28:57
...that no man in these parts
has ever seen before.
:28:59
And, you know, it'd be right satisfyin'
havin' you tell us what it is.