:15:09
Howdy, Mrs. Rawlings.
:15:14
Whoa, Rosebud.
:15:17
Hey, Mr. Peterson.
:15:19
What's that suit you got on?
:15:21
Uniform, Mrs. Rawlings.
:15:23
A uniform.
:15:25
Our militia company was sworn in.
:15:28
I'm Corporal Peterson now,
Ohio Volunteers.
:15:32
You won't be seein' me for a spell.
:15:35
Hey, I got a letter for you,
from way out in California.
:15:39
It must be from my sister, Lilith.
:15:46
"Dear Eve... "
:15:52
Mr. Peterson, could you wait a minute?
:15:54
I wanna answer this right away.
:15:58
Zeb, come on down here.
:16:00
We was hopin' Zeb might be goin' with us.
:16:04
Pa went when the first bugle blew.
:16:07
Ain't one enough?
:16:10
Hi, Corporal.
:16:13
Jeremiah, give Mr. Peterson
some buttermilk.
:16:16
Buttermilk!
:16:29
It's from your Aunt Lilith.
:16:31
Says there ain't no war out in California
and they don't expect there'll be one.
:16:36
"Business is brisk.
:16:38
"Many opportunities
for an energetic young man. "
:16:42
There's talk of building a railroad east.
:16:45
"Cleve has hopes of gettin' in
on the ground floor.
:16:49
"We would welcome Zeb
if he wants to come. "
:16:51
Ma, did you write her about me?
:16:56
Not exactly...
:16:57
Now, did you?
:16:59
I told her you didn't like farmin'
any better than your pa did.