LINK I didn't stop to listen. Them as never heerd dead men callin' for the colors don't guess what they be.
(Sitting up and blinking hard)
But this ain't keepin' school!
POLLY (quietly)
I guess I'm learnin' somethin', Uncle Link.
LINK
The second day, 'fore sunset.
(He takes the hoe and points with it.)
Yon's the Wheatfield. Behind it thar lies Longstreet with his rebels. Here be the Yanks, and Cemetery Ridge behind 'em. Hancock—he's our general— he's got to hold the Ridge, till reinforcements from Taneytown. But lose the Wheatfield, lose the Ridge, and lose the Ridge—lose God-and-all!— Lee, the old fox, he'd nab up Washington, Abe Lincoln, and the White House in one bite!— So the Union, Polly—me and you and Roger, your Uncle Link, and Uncle Sam—is all thar—growin' in that Wheatfield.
POLLY
(smiling proudly)
And they're growin'
still!