[Train whistle]
[Train clattering on tracks]
[Rattling chains and grunts]
Say, any of you boys smithies?
Or, if not smithies per say, were you otherwise trained in
the metallurgical arts before straitened circumstances
forced you into a life of aimless wanders?
[Everett screams]
[Grunts and moans]
[Train whistle and chugging]
Jesus, can't I count on you people?
Sorry Everett.
Well, alright. We take off through that bayou, and ...
[Wait a minute.] Who elected you leader of this outfit?
Well Pete, I figured that it should be the one with the capacity for
abstract thought, but if that ain't the consensus view,
then hell, let's put it to a vote.
Suits me. I'm voting for yours truly.
Well I'm voting for yours truly too.
Okay, I'm with you fellas.
[Dogs barking in the distance]
[Squeaking sound coming closer to men]
Mind if we join you, old timer?
Join me, my sons. Join me.
You work for the railroad, grandpa?
I work for no man.
[Pete] Got a name, do you?
I have, no name.
Well, that right there may be the reason you have difficulty finding
gameful employment. You see,
In the marde of competitive commerce ...
You seek a great fortune. You who are are gnawing chain.
You will find a fortune, though it will not be the fortune you seek.
But first, first you must travel. A long and difficult road.
A road fraught with peril.
You shall see things, wonderful to tell.
You shall see a cow, on the roof of a cotton house.
And oh so many startlements.
I cannot tell you how long this road shall be,
but fear not the obstacles in your path.
For fate has vouched save your reward, though the road may wind.
Yeah, your hearts grow weary. Still shall you follow them.
Even unto your salvation.
[music]