:59:21
Who are these ragamuffins?
:59:23
Contrabands.
Right out the fields.
:59:26
-Old man, where from?
-Massachusetts.
:59:28
You a march better than we,
like the buckra soldier.
:59:31
-Beg your pardon?
-Says we march like white soldiers.
:59:34
Even talk like the buckra soldier.
:59:37
-Where you from?
-Round about here.
:59:39
We slaves in the field when
the Yankee-men come, say we soldiers.
:59:43
How you like the Army?
:59:44
We love it. We thank the Lord
for the vittles and beautiful clothes.
:59:49
Tell true, this year,
every day like Christmas.
:59:52
-Like what?
-Like Christmas.
:59:57
My country, ´tis of thee
1:00:02
Sweet land of liberty
1:00:06
Of thee I sing
1:00:09
Land where my fa thers died
1:00:13
Land of the pilgrim´s pride
1:00:18
From every mountainside
1:00:22
Let freedom ring
1:00:29
Splendid.
1:00:30
They´ve been working for weeks,
anticipating your arrival.
1:00:34
We´re all excited
to have you here, Shaw.
1:00:36
Thank you, sir.
1:00:37
Lincoln´s idea.
1:00:38
Hired New Englanders to teach our
coloured how to read and write.
1:00:43
Just your sort of people,
I should think.
1:00:46
The regiment
should enjoy their stay here.
1:00:49
I´m sure
we´ll have a fine time.
1:00:52
But that´s not why we´re here.
1:00:54
Well, I can´t promise you much action.
1:00:57
Having the coloureds around has
scared the bejesus out of the Rebs.