Big Sam! Big Sam! Sam, Elijah, Prophet, Apostle! I'm so glad to see you.
Tell me about Tara, about my mother . She didn't write me.
She's gone and got sick, Miss Scarlet.
Just a little bit sick, that's all, Miss Scarlet. Your Pa, he just wild
when they wouldn't let him fight, on account of his broken knee. And he
had fits when they took all us field hands to dig ditches for white soldiers
to hide in. But your Ma says the Confederacy needs us. So we's going to
dig for the South.
Sam, was there a doctor?
Sorry, ma'am, we've got to march.
Goodbye, Miss Scarlet. Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees.
Goodbye, Big Sam. Goodbye, boys. If any of you get sick or hurt, let me