:10:19
Pretty, aren't they?
:10:21
Got 'em up at Bowling Green's place.
:10:24
You never saw anything
like 'em in your life...
:10:27
sittin' there in the snow
like scared rabbits.
:10:31
In fact, the woods are full of'em too.
:10:37
Snow's nice, ain't it,
the way it's driftin'.
:10:42
Ice is breakin' up.
:10:45
It's comin' in to spring.
:10:54
Well, Ann, I'm still up a tree.
:10:57
Just can't seem to
make up my mind what to do.
:11:01
Maybe I ought to go into the law,
take my chances.
:11:06
I admit, I got kinda a taste...
:11:09
for somethin' different than this
in my mouth.
:11:14
Still, I don't know.
:11:16
I'd feel such a fool...
:11:18
settin' myself up
as a-knowin' so much.
:11:23
Course, I know what you'd say.
:11:25
I've been hearin' it every day,
over and over again.
:11:29
"Go on, Abe.
Make somethin' of yourself.
:11:32
You got friends.
Show 'em what you got in ya".
:11:36
Oh, yes, I know what you'd say.
:11:40
But I don't know.
:11:46
Ann, I'll tell you what I'll do.
:11:51
I'll let this stick decide.
:11:55
If it falls back toward me,
then I stay here, as I always have.