The Lost Tribe of Ephraim

The Young Man and The Sea --

The Old Man of The Sea :

Thank Ye, lad.

A Young Man and A Fool :

Winslow.

Ephraim Winslow.

These last two weeks, I'd...

I'd like it if You'd Call Me 

by My Name.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Listen to Ye, giving orders, lad.

A Young Man and A Fool :

Winslow.

The Old Man of The Sea :

All right, all right.

Suits me just as fine,

Ephraim Winslow.

So, what brung such a one

as Ye to this damned rock?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Such as what?

The Old Man of The Sea :

Pretty as a picture.

Only joshing, lad, only josh...

A Young Man and A Fool :

Winslow.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Winslow.

What brung Ye to this rock,

Ephraim Winslow?

What were yer work afore?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Timber.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Timber?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Big timber. Up North.

Canada ways.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Hudson Bay outfit?

A Young Man and A Fool :

The same.

The Old Man of The Sea :

True what they say?

"Forest as far as the eye can see"?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Yessir. Spruce, tamarack,

white pine.

"Bush," them folk

up there call it.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Had enough of trees,

that it, then?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Yes, sir.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Can't say I blame ye.

I hearn tell about that life.

Hard goin'.

Workin' one man harder

than two hosses, they say.

No thankee.

The Sea, she's the only

situation wantin' fer me.

A Young Man and A Fool :

Miss it?

The Old Man of The Sea :

Ain't nothing what can touch it.

But I can't... be draggin'

me old stump about.

Nay. Not worth the trouble...

Now I'm a Wickie

and A Wickie I is.

And I'm damn-well wedded

to this here Light,

and she's been a finer,

truer, quieter wife

than any alive-blooded woman.

A Young Man and A Fool :

Y'ever married?

The Old Man of The Sea :

Thirteen Christmases at sea...

Little 'uns at home.

She never forgave it.

'Tis fer the better.

Since we're getting too friendly, 

Ephraim Winslow,

tell me, what's a timber man

want with being a wickie?

Not enough Quiet

for ye up North?

Sawdust itching yer nethers?

Foreman found ye

too high-tempered

for carrying an axe?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Like you said, I just had

enough of trees, I guess.

Since I left Dad,

I done every kind of work

that can pay a man.

Some I ain't near proud of.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Drifter, eh?

A Young Man and A Fool :

No, just... Can't find a post

I can take a real shine to,

so I keep movin' along.

And I ain't the kind to look back

at what's behind him, see.

The Old Man of The Sea :

On the run?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Now look here,

ain't nothin' wrong with a man

startin' fresh, startin' new,

just lookin' to earn A Living...

The Old Man of The Sea :

No...

A Young Man and A Fool :

Just like any man,

just wanna settle down

quiet-like with some earnings.

I read someplace that

a man could earn 630...

I read $1,000 a year

if he tends a light

far off shore.

The further away,

the more he earns.

I read that, and hell,

I says, “Work.”

Save my earnings.

Sometime soon

I'll raise my own roof,

somewheres up country,

with no one to tell me

"what for".

And that's all.

The Old Man of The Sea :

Same old, borin' story, eh?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Well, you asked.

Say, why is it bad luck

to kill a gull?

The Old Man of The Sea :

In 'em's the souls of sailors

what met their maker.

You a prayin' man, Winslow?

A Young Man and A Fool :

Not as often as I might.

But I'm God-fearin',

if that's what you're askin'.