Old Yeller. Old Yeller
Old Yeller
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
Best doggone dog in the West
Old Yeller was a mongrel
An ugly lop=eared mongrel
Fancy=free without a family tree
But he could up and do it
And prove there's nothin'to it
And that's how
a good dog should be
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
Best doggone dog in the West
Best doggone dog in the West
Old Yeller was a hunter
A rarin; tearin'hunter
In any chase
he knew just how to run
And when he hunted trouble
He always found it double
And that's when Old Yeller had fun
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
Best doggone dog in the West
Best doggone dog in the West
Old Yeller was a fighter
A rootin; tootin'fighter
In any scrap
he knew just what to do
= Knew what to do
=A rough and ready feller
Although his coat was yeller
= His bold Texas heart was true blue
= True blue
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
Best doggone dog in the West
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
Best doggone dog in the West
Best doggone dog
In the West
- What's Pop gonna sell our steers for?
- For money, of course.
- What's money?
- It's what you buy things with.
What do you mean by "buy things?''
Well, if you got money,
you give it to people for stuff.
And they say you can get
anything for money.
Anything? What's it look like?
Well, I never seen but one piece--
a dollar bill Papa had. It's paper.
- What'd Papa get with this dollar?
- Nothin'. It wasn't no good.
But you just said that you could
get anything with money.
Well, ya can.
But Papa's was Confederate.
- What's Confederate money?
- Confederate money?
Well, it's--
- Well?
- Don't you ever run outta questions?
- I wish you didn't have to go.
- Right now I feel sorta the same way...
but I put 1 00 head of our steers
into that pool herd.
And in Kansas, we can get, maybe,
four or five dollars a head for 'em.
- Cash money too.
- I know, but--
Ain't nothin' to be sad about,
Katie girl.
When you think on it, we're lucky.
There's us and the young 'uns,
good land...
plenty of water,
game for the killin'.
Cash money is all we need
to get a tight tail-hold on the world.
Will you really be gone three months?
All of three months, maybe four.
Now, honey,
it ain't nothin' to cry about.
It's just that we've never
been separated before.
- You know what I'm gonna do
when I sell them steers?
- What?
I'm gonna get you a store-bought dress.
The first one you've had
since we come to Texas.
Let's see here.
Is this about the right size?
Papa, I aim to go with ya!
You better stay here
and take care of your mama.
Aw, gee, Papa.
- But I wanna go. I tell ya, I wanna go!
I wanna go! Wanna go!
- Arliss.
- Let go of me! I wanna go with Papa!
- You ride a piece with me, Travis.
- Arliss!
- All right, Papa.
I wanna go!
But I wanna go!
I can ride them old cows same as you.
You can't go on no cow drive, boy.
Them Injuns would scalp you for sure.
You think so, Papa?
I'm certain.
- Goodbye, Katie.
- Goodbye,Jim dear.
Well, son, while I'm gone,
you'll be the man of the house.
Yes, sir.
There'll be the pigs to mark,
fresh meat to shoot.
And mainly, there's the corn patch.
If you don't work it right,
we'll be without bread this winter.
It's sure enough a man-sized job.
Think you can handle old Jumper
when he's hooked up to a plough?
I'll handle him,
or I'll bust his jawbone with a club.
Well, all right, boy.
I'll see you this fall.
- Papa, you ain't forgettin' the horse?
- What horse?
Now, Papa, you know I've been
achin' all over for a horse to ride.
- I told you time and again.
- Well, what you're needin' worse
than a horse is a good dog.
Yes, sir, but what I'm wantin'
worst is a good horse.
All right, boy. You act a man's part,
and I'll bring you a man's horse.
Wanna shake on it?
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa!
Whoa,Jumper! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa,Jumper!
Get away from that mule!
Let that mule alone!
Papa ain't gone
a full day and look what a mess.
- It's not your fault, son.
- Maybe not, but--
Get, you crazy fool dog! Get!
I know one thing.
That old dog better not come around
here while I got me a gun in my hands.
- Who busted down the fence?
- Where have you been?
Bear huntin'.
Who busted the fence down?
- Danged old stray dog. I had Jumper--
- Dog? Where is he?
You won't never see him.
I done rocked him clean off this place.
But I need me a good huntin' dog.
- Arliss, go wash up
before supper's all cold.
- Aw, Mama.
Go on!
- What do you got in that pocket?
- Nothin'.
- Let's see what you got this time.
- Aw, Mama.
- Come on.
Come on. Oh, Arliss!
- How can you even touch
those ugly things?
- They aren't ugly.
Look it here at his belly,
how soft and smooth and pretty it is.
I know. Everything you catch is pretty.
But take him outta here.
You can't keep him in the house.
- You mean I gotta throw him away?
- And everything else you got
in those pockets.
My frog too?
Arliss, what all have
you got in those pockets?
Aw, Mama, it's just
a little old garter snake.
I don't care.
Get it out of here!
Arliss, if you don't stop
catchin' things and bringin' 'em
into the house...
I'm gonna switch you good.
And don't you ever,
ever pick up a snake again.
- Ya understand?
- Yes'm.
- Now go out there
and wash up for supper.
- Little old garter snake ain't harmful.
If he'll pick up one kind of snake,
he'll pick up another.
Next time it could be a rattler.
I wish he did have a good dog,
like old Bell.
When you were little, old Bell
wouldn't let you near anything harmful.
Ain't another dog in this world
like old Bell was.
Sure would've made short work
of that old yeller stray.
Mama.
I was just thinkin'.
About your papa. I guess
he's eaten his breakfast by now.
Probably wanted to get an early start.
I wonder how far
they got yesterday.
Oh, I don't know.
Papa says 1 5 mile a day...
is a long haul for a trail herd.
I guess he made about ten mile.
Mush is about ready. If you want
middling meat to go with it,
you better go out and cut some down.
All right.
Mama, what happened
to the middling meat?
Why, you no-account, thievin' rascal!
Get outta here!
A dog!
All right!
You hit my dog
and I'll wear you to a frazzle.
- Travis, Arliss,
whatcha doin' out there?
- Let go of my stick!
Arliss! Arliss.
- Don't you dare hit your brother.
- He was tryin' to kill my dog.
- He's not your dog.
And I never even touched him.
- Where on earth did he come from?
He's that same old stray dog
that wrecked the fence. Stole that
big side of middling meat there too.
He's my dog.
Ain't nobody gonna try to hurt him.
Well.
Looks like we've got us a dog.
Mama, you don't mean
we're gonna keep that old,
ugly yeller dog after what he done?
He isn't a ugly yeller dog.
He's a pretty yeller dog.
Come on now. Come on.
Come on.
Why not let Arliss claim him?
- And have him stampedin'Jumper again?
- You could break him of that.
He's a thief, Mama!
He'll steal us blind.
Most creatures will steal
when they're hungry enough.
All right, but I still don't want him!
Now, Travis, you're not bein' fair.
You had a dog when you were little,
and Arliss has never had one.
He's too little for you to play with.
He gets lonely.
After breakfast, you can take
to the woods and get us a deer.
And, Travis, do some thinkin'
on what I said about Arliss
and that old yeller dog.
Come on, boy.
Jumper, you jug head!
A bunch of bobwhites, and you act like
you ain't got the brains...
of a blind goose in a hail storm.
Arliss, get that dirty, old dog
outta our drinkin' water!
Aw, mind your own business!
Get outta there!
You quit rockin' my dog!
Quit chuckin' them rocks at me!
Ow!
Stop it, Arliss! Stop it!
- You rock my dog again
and I'll bust your head open!
- Arliss!
Arliss!
Travis, what are you doin'
to your little brother?
- Him and that dirty, old yeller dog
were wallowin' in our drinkin' water.
- He was rockin' my dog!
Look here, young rooster.
If you wanna keep outta trouble,
you start minding your big brother.
- You mean I gotta mind him?
- Mm-hmm.
- He ain't my papa.
You start mindin' him just the same.
Now go inside and take off
those wet clothes.
What I oughta do is get me a sprout
and give him one good thrashing.
Take it easy, son.
He's only a little boy.
Papa wouldn't want that old dog
in our drinkin' water.
Papa wouldn't have started a rock fight
with Arliss either.
I never started
no rock fight. He--
Arliss rocks me.
Mama blesses me out.
And you.
You get off scot-free.
What I oughta do is run you
clean off this place.
You touch a bite of this meat
and come mornin' I'm gonna shoot you
right between the eyes.
I'll be dogged.
Mama? Did you feed
that old dog anything?
Well, no, I forgot to.
Been so long since we had a dog.
Well, he's sure gone
and rustled up some grub somewhere.
He ain't touched
a bite of that venison.
You might know
he'd be too smart for that.
You could've put it on the ground
and he wouldn't have touched it.
You better get dressed if you want
an early start cuttin' fence posts.
Yes'm.
Come on, Yeller boy! Get him!
Get him, Yeller!
There he is!
There he goes, over there!
Missed him.
That's got him!
Good for you, boy!
Mama! Mama, look at the fish
that I caught! Ain't he a whopper?
Oh, Arliss!
You're all wet and muddy again.
- But, Mama, I had to.
- Had to?
Had to dive way down deep under
to catch this fish.
He was way down deep under
where there was this cave...
and it was real dark and muddy.
And there's about a million other fish,
and they all tried to eat me.
And I had to throw rocks at 'em. And
then there's these two big snakes and--
- Sounds like that cottontail
you roped this mornin'.
- But I did rope him.
Didn't I, Mama? He came runnin' by,
and I roped him right by the ears.
Well, you certainly brought home
a rabbit, and now this big catfish.
- You're gettin' to be
as good a hunter as Travis.
- Here, Mama.
Come on, Yeller!
Come on, boy!
Mama, you know them is just
big windies Arliss is tellin'.
Now, Travis, let him tell his stories
the way he wants to.
But, Mama, I just seen
that old yeller dog catch this fish.
Arliss is just a little boy
with a big imagination.
Won't hurt him to let him use it.
We keep that old yeller dog much longer,
and it's gonna make Arliss
the biggest liar in Texas!
Here, boy,
Come and get some bread.
Here.
Come on.
A little closer.
Come on.
I'll give you some more bread.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
What's that?
Come on, boy.
Arliss, turn it loose!
Arliss, watch out!
Turn it loose!
Go on, ya old fool,
before she kills ya.
Oh, you crazy, wonderful dog!
He acts like it's a great big romp,
doesn't he, Travis?
Crazy as a bull bat.
But he's a heap more dog
than I ever had him figured for.
Just listen to those
songbirds this mornin'...
singin' their heads off.
It's like the year
your papa and I settled here.
We meant to build over
at the Salt Licks settlement...
where it would've been safer
from the Indians, but...
that last day,
we camped by the spring.
And the bee myrtle
was in blossom and...
full of singin' birds, like now.
And it was all so pretty,
I just couldn't go on.
And I said to your papa,
"Jim, this is it.
This is home.''
Hello, the house!
It's Bud Searcy and Elizabeth too.
You might know he'd land
right at mealtime.
Howdy, Miss Coates. Howdy do.
Howdy, boy. How's everybody?
- Hello, Mr Searcy.
- Slide down, child.
- Hello, Elizabeth.
Just dropped over to see if there's any
little thing I could do for you folks.
Travis, boy, take this old pony
down to the corn crib
and strip the saddle gear off him.
- Yes, Mr Searcy.
- Uh, might feed him a bit
of corn while you're at it, boy.
- Won't you come and set a while?
- Well, I believe I will
shade up for a spell, Miss Coates.
Come on, Elizabeth.
Hot, ain't it?
We don't get some rain pretty soon,
this country's gonna burn up bad.
Corn crop ain't gonna be worth
nothin' more than a whirlwind nubbins.
Some folks'll be scrapin' the bottoms
of their meal barrels come wintertime.
This here's hanged too long. Elizabeth,
honey, run down to the spring...
and fetch your poor old pappy
a bucket of fresh water.
I'll tell you, Miss Coates,
it's a heavy responsibility...
ridin' herd on the settlement
while the menfolks is gone.
Wears a man right down to a frazzle.
But I ain't complainin', though.
I was chose for this job
and I'll get her done.
I, uh, kinda figured to head up
that cow drive to Kansas myself.
But when man after man called me
all spoke private like...
beggin' me to stay behind
and look out after you womenfolks
and the young ones, I seen my duty.
Knowed I was bein' called on
for a bigger job.
Jim said you were gonna stay
and protect us all.
It's a mighty lucky thing I done it too.
You know what happened the other day?
That fool kid of Jed Simpson's
shot at a bunch of javelina hogs
and wounded one of'em.
Set it to squealin'. Be dogged that
the rest of them didn't tree that boy.
Kept him up there too
till I happened along
and see'd what a pickle he was in.
Of course I couldn't chase
them pesky javelinas off.
But I did go tell that boy's mama
where he was, so she could rest easy...
till the varmints left out
and give him a chance to climb down.
Yep. Lookin' out
after you womenfolks...
and the young ones
sure keeps a man a-hoppin' around.
Biggest bother I've had
though lately is the thievin'
what's been goin' on at Salt Licks.
Meat stole out of smokehouses.
Hen's nests gettin' robbed.
- Mama, I'm hung--
- Hush, baby. Mr Searcy's talkin'.
Womenfolks losin' bread
what they set out in
their " winders'' to cool. Terrible.
- Sounds like some varmint.
- There ain't no varmint
that clever, boy.
- Mama, I'm hungry. When we gonna ea--
- Arliss.
I told you, don't butt in.
Mr Searcy's talkin'.
That's all right, Miss Coates.
Ain't nothin' like a little old boy
to know when it's time to eat.
Well, I guess it is gettin'
on toward dinnertime.
Travis, will you go down to the corn
patch and pick us some roastin' ears?
Now, just a minute, Miss Coates. That
boy need help to tote all that corn.
Yes, sir.
Elizabeth, go along with Travis.
Be sure you pick out ears
what is sweet and juicy.
Why, coons been in this corn!
Them thievin' rascals!
- You'll have to take
the dog at them overnight.
- I got me just the dog for it.
Old Yeller will wipe up the ground
with them pesky varmints.
You think he can't do it?
Oh, no. It-- It ain't that. Uh--
Well, I didn't wanna tell you
at the house, but...
it was him what done it.
What done what?
What stole all them eggs
and bread and meat and stuff.
You mean Old Yeller?
I seen him suck a batch of eggs.
Seen him swipe
a pan of Grandma's corn bread too.
- But I ain't gonna tell.
- I bet you do.
No, I won't. Wasn't goin' to
even before I knowed he was your dog.
- How come?
- Because Miss Priss
is gonna have pups.
Your dog will be their papa.
And I wouldn't want him
to get shot for stealin'.
Just an old arrowhead I picked up.
Comanche, Papa said.
Well, you can have it.
I won't never, never tell.
When you get right down to hogs, just
about the best eatin' there is alive.
Yep, and I reckon just about the meanest
critter alive go after his meat.
Cut you 1 4 different ways
before you can get fixed to rot.
They just scare me to death.
Always dread the time when Jim
comes to do the markin'.
Yep, hogs is bad, mighty bad. I had me
an uncle once down in East Texas.
- Tangled a bad hog.
He did got cut all to pieces.
- Kill him?
Kill him? Why, it killed him
deader than a doornail.
Mr Searcy,
I roped me a rabbit once.
Arliss, be quiet.
Mr Searcy's talkin'.
Well, I did.
A mean old bitin' one.
Well now, boy,
that's really doin' some ropin'.
You know, speakin' of ropin',
I always done my hog work from
up a tree. Heap safer that way.
How can you work hogs from a tree?
Why, it's slick as a whistle, boy.
Just pick you out a tree
with a low-hanging limb,
but still out of hog reach.
Get your dog to rally
them hogs around the tree.
Reach down with your loop,
pull up your pig and go to work on him.
By golly!
That sounds like it might work.
Work? Why, of course it works!
Them old hogs can fuss and charge
around all they please, but up a tree...
you're as safe as at home in bed.
Travis, boy, you go fetch my pony,
and we'll be pullin' out for home.
I've got a powerful lot to do
before suppertime.
It was right neighbourly-like
of you to feed us, Miss Coates.
Now don't you fret yourself
at all while your man's gone.
We'll be lookin' in on you again afore
you know it. Bye, boy. Bye, Miss Coates.
Bye, Elizabeth.
Bye.
No wonder they don't want him
on no cow drive.
By the time he finished eatin'
and visitin' with everyone
this side of Abilene...
them cows would be dead of old age.
Mama, Elizabeth says
it's Old Yeller...
what's been doin'
all that stealin' out in Salt Licks.
Claimed she catched him at it.
Why, the old rogue.
We'll have to break him of that...
or else everyone
in Salt Licks'll be mad at us.
Somebody'll shoot him! Yeller!
Come here!
You old rascal.
You been stealin'!
Maybe we better take
to pennin' him overnight.
I reckon we won't have to
bother for a while. Listen!
I'm gonna keep you
so dang busted busy...
you won't have time
to go off prowlin'!
No, you don't!
We're stayin' right here and
keepin' them coons run out, you hear?
Look at all them stars, Yeller.
Bushels of'em.
I wonder if maybe
Papa's lying out there...
on the trail somewhere
lookin' at 'em too.
I wish I was with him...
way off yonder...
up in Kansas...
seein' all that...
big...
country.
Get 'em, Yeller!
Get 'em, Yeller!
Wipe up the ground with 'em!
Yeller sure has been givin'
them coons the mortal fits.
- You tired, son?
- No, ma'am.
Where's old Rose?
She didn't come up last night. I figured
she hid out somewhere and had her calf.
I guess I better go hunt her up.
Come on, Yeller.
Remember now. If she's had her calf,
she'll be on the fight.
Come on, Yeller!
Quiet, Yeller! Don't rile her!
That's gettin' her, boy!
Get her, Yeller!
Bust her again!
Try it again, sister,
and Old Yeller'll bust you wide open.
All right, Yeller, get her home.
All right, old sister,
you take it easy.
I aim to milk you if I have to
break every bone in your body.
So now, Rose, you know as well as I
we're not gonna hurt ya.
Now, Rose, you take it easy.
You ain't got a chance, sister. You're
done milked and you don't know it.
I know what!
Here, Yeller.
Son, you bring that dog in here
and Rose will go crazy.
All right, Yeller, hold her there.
Well, if that don't beat all.
I never saw such a dog.
And you won't never see
another one like him.
Hello, the house!
I thought maybe it was Papa.
Mornin', ma'am. I'm Burn Sanderson
from down near San 'Tone.
- Runnin' me a few head
of cattle over on Devil's Creek.
- Yes, Mr Sanderson?
Bud Searcy told me about
an old, stray dog you folks had.
Sounded like it might
be the one I lost.
You mean a... big yeller dog?
That's him all right.
The worst egg-sucker
and camp-robber you ever laid eyes on.
Steal you blind
while you're watchin'.
But there never was a better
cow dog born, or a hog dog either.
Travis, go call Old Yeller
to the house.
- But, Mama--
- Travis!
Yes, Mama.
- Won't you get down, Mr Sanderson?
- Thank you, ma'am.
Arliss.
- What do you want?
- Bring Old Yeller to the house.
- What's the matter?
- You'll find out.
Ma'am, uh, you and the boys
don't have much protection out here.
Bad as I need that old dog,
I could give you a loan of him
till your man comes home.
No, Mr Sanderson.
If he's your dog, better take him now.
Well, maybe you're right, ma'am.
Come on, boy.
Why, you prowlin' old rascal.
Come on, boy.
Well, goodbye, ma'am.
I'm sure much obliged.
Come on, Yeller.
That's my dog!
You can't take my dog!
- You can't take my dog!
You can't take my dog!
- Arliss!
- Whoa, boy!
- You can't take my dog!
Arliss, aren't you ashamed,
throwin' rocks at that man?
- I'll bust him with another 'un
if he takes my dog off!
- Arliss!
Maybe he's right, ma'am. Man comes
to take my dog off, I'd throw a fit too.
Let me talk to this boy a minute.
Well, boy?
Go on, Arliss.
Go on.
Whatcha got in that pocket?
Come on. Let's take a look.
Why, ain't he a jim-dandy.
-Finest-looking horned toad I ever seen.
-What about my dog?
You mean you really want
that thievin', old yeller dog?
- I sure do.
- Well, then maybe
we can do some swappin'.
I've been wantin' mighty bad to get me
a big horned toad like you got there.
You mean you'd swap me Old Yeller
for this here horny toad?
Well, now, that's a fine horny toad,
and I want him bad.
But on the other hand,
he ain't hardly as big as a dog.
- Seems like I oughta get
a little to boot.
- Like what?
Well, I'll tell you how it is.
I've been in that cow camp starvin'
on my own cookin' so long...
I don't hardly throw
a shadow no more.
Now, if you could talk your mama...
into feedin' me one,
big woman-cooked meal...
why, I figure it and that horned toad
would be worth...
at least a lop-eared yeller dog,
don't you?
Well, I guess so.
Will you feed him, Mama?
Of course I will.
All right, I'll swap ya.
Here, boy!
He's all yours, boy.
Come on, Yeller. Come on, boy.
Hey. What about my toad?
Come on, boy.
Come on.
I haven't ate like this since the time
I splurged on a big feed...
at the Menger Hotel in San 'Tone.
Well, I'm happy you enjoyed it,
Mr Sanderson.
Well, ma'am, I guess
I better be gettin' back to camp.
- Come with me, boy,
while I get my horse settled.
- Yes, sir.
When Mr Coates gets back, I want you to
come and see us. I want him to meet ya.
Oh, that's mighty nice of ya,
ma'am. Thank you.
Goodbye, boy. Take good care
of that old yeller dog.
Yes, sir. And you take care
of my horny toad.
I will. Bye, ma'am.
Goodbye.
Didn't tell your mama this.
Didn't wanna fret her.
But there's a plague of hydrophoby
in these parts.
Hydrophoby? You sure?
I've done shot two wolves,
a fox and a skunk that had it.
I wanted to warn you
not to take any chances.
Well, I don't know if I could tell
if a critter's got the sickness.
You can't hardly tell at first.
Not until they get to the point
of slobberin' and staggerin' around.
You see a critter in that fix,
you know for sure.
But you wanna watch for others
that ain't that far along.
Now you take a bobcat and a fox--
you know they'll run
if they get the chance.
But when one don't run
or maybe makes fight at you, why,
you shoot him and shoot him quick.
After he's bitten you,
it's too late.
You done with your
hog markin' for this year?
- No. I'm aimin' to start tomorrow.
- Well, you watch them hogs
same as everything else.
I know your papa left you
in charge of things while he's gone.
And I figure you're man enough
to handle the job.
- Don't scare you, does it, boy?
- No, sir.
Well, yes, sir. It scares me a little
bit, but I'll sure do like you told me.
That's the way a man talks, son.
Hog tracks, Yeller!
Get 'em, boy!
Hold 'em, boy!
All right, Yeller.
Fetch 'em right under here.
Over bit the right ear.
Under slope the left.
All right, pig, now
you're wearin' the Coates' mark.
Easy.
Yeller! Yeller!
Yeller?
Yeller!
Oh, Yeller.
Oh, Yeller.
You're all cut to pieces.
You're gonna be all right, ya hear?
I'll get Mama.
Mama'll fix you up for sure.
Come on, boy.
Gonna put you in here.
Come on, Yeller. Want them hogs
to come back and get ya?
Now you're gonna stay here
till I get back.
I mean it, boy.
I'm comin' back.
I promise.
Come on now.
- I'll help you to bed.
- Mama, we gotta go
back after Old Yeller.
You're not goin' any place
until that leg gets well.
I've doctored hog cuts before.
This one of yours could be
as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite.
Mama, you don't understand.
I promised Old Yeller, and I'm goin'.
Travis! Travis!
I aim to go after Old Yeller.
He'll die without help!
All right, then.
We'll all go.
Mama, them buzzards ain't got him!
What's the matter with Yeller, Mama?
Who stopped him up in this hole?
We've come to get him out, baby.
But first, I wonder if
you'd do somethin' for me.
- What?
- Go catch me a green-striped lizard.
We passed one back there a piece.
Prettiest I ever saw.
Sure, Mama. I'll catch him.
We're gonna have to hurry
if we wanna get him patched up
before Arliss gets back.
Oh, Travis. I didn't know
it was gonna be this bad.
Them hogs would've never touched him.
He was keepin' 'em off of me.
We'll have to sew him up. Go jerk me
a hair out of old Jumper's tail.
Yes, Yeller.
Take your axe and go cut
two long poles for a litter.
The sooner we get him home,
the better.
Mama, I got your lizard.
- Ain't he pretty?
- Oh, yes. He really is.
Now if you'll just keep him for me until
we get home. We're gonna play a game.
- What kind of a game?
- We're playin' Old Yeller is sick.
- And you're gonna take care of him.
- Is that why he's all wrapped up?
That's right. Now, you're
gonna ride here and hold him.
Like we was two sick Injuns?
And you make sure he don't fall off.
On account of he's
a sicker Injun than me?
That's right. Now remember.
Don't lean on him.
And don't play with him.
He's a very, very sick Indian.
Come on,Jumper.
- Mama?
- Hmm?
Them prickly pins
gonna make Travis well?
- I hope so, son.
- Mama?
- Hmm?
When you're done,
will you play with me?
I'm sorry, Arliss.
I'm too busy now.
You go out in the backyard and play.
But I tell you, there ain't nothin'
to do out in that old backyard.
Now, Arliss, you stop it
and go outside this minute.
Hello, the house!
It's Mr Searcy!
Ain't he pretty?
Is he for me?
Partly. Mostly he's for Travis.
But Travis can't play with no puppy.
He's sick.
- Sick?
- Him and Old Yeller. Hog cut.
Good mornin', Mr Searcy.
Hello, Elizabeth.
What's this about that boy of yours
gettin' hog cut?
- Whatcha doctorin' with?
- Prickly pear root.
Miss Coates, I brung somethin'
for Travis. Can I take it to him?
Go right in there, honey.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Mr Searcy,
I'm makin' up some new poultice.
You know, it's right providence
I come along when I did.
'Tain't nothin' better...
than a prickly pear poultice,
providin', of course,
a body knows how to fix it.
- You hurt pretty bad?
- I'm all right.
Take more than them old hogs
to kill me.
Well, I-I-I brung you a surprise.
One of Miss Priss' pups.
They was born in a badger hole.
Seven of'em.
This 'uns the best of the bunch.
See? He-He don't holler when
you hold him up by the neck hide.
Papa says that means he's a good dog.
That don't mean nothin'.
If his mouth's black inside...
that's what counts.
W-Well, anyhow, I--
I-I brung him to ya.
Well, I got me a dog.
Old Yeller.
Well, why don't you give him to Arliss?
He'll like him.
Here, you can have him.
Golly!
- Golly!
- That's the secret, Miss Coates--
a-beatin' them roots till
they're all soft and squishy as muck...
- so they can suck out the pine.
- Mama, look at the little,
bitty puppy Elizabeth give me.
Oh! Sure cut up, ain't ya, boy?
Clean to the bone, looks like.
That there poultice is sure the stuff
to suck out the poison.
- Provided, of course,
he ain't got hydrophoby.
-"Hydrophoby?''
Could be. It's all over the
countryside. Stuff dyin' like flies.
- Foxes, wolves, polecats, hogs--
- Hogs?
Hogs can get it. Same as that there boy
or that Old Yeller dog there.
Seen nary one of'em foamin' at
the mouth? Shown any signs of fits?
- Fits of temper?
- Of course not!
Well, you better keep
a close watch on them.
Liable to show up at any time.
Recollect had me an uncle once down
in East Texas got mad dog bit, he did.
Knowed he was bound to die. Chained
himself to a sweet gum tree, he did.
- Stayed right there
till sickness took a hold.
- Mr Searcy, please.
But it's the gospel truth,
Miss Coates. He went to snarlin'
and snappin' at everything in sight.
He run at his woman and young 'uns,
tryin' to bite 'em.
And he'd have done that too...
if that chain hadn't held him back.
Stayed right there till he died
of the slobberin' fits.
- They buried him
under that sweet gum tree--
- Mr Searcy, that's enough of that!
- But--
- Not another word!
- Biggest, nicest funeral you ever did--
What do you mean tellin'
an ugly story like that
to a boy who's just been hog cut?
Well, now, Miss Coates, I was just
tryin' to give a word of warnin'.
Reckon if I can't be
of no more help around here,
I'll be makin' tracks for home.
"Help.'' There are plenty of ways
a man could help around here.
Huh? By doin' what, Miss Coates?
Like hitchin' up the mule
and gatherin' in the corn crop...
before the deer eat it up,
or the blowin' rain rot it in the field!
Now, don't you fret yourself at all
about that corn crop, Miss Coates.
I'll be glad to take care of that.
Elizabeth?
- Yes, Papa?
- Elizabeth, honey, Miss Coates here,
she's in kind of a bind.
Ain't got her corn in the crib yet.
Figured I'll leave you behind
to help her with the job.
Mr Searcy, Elizabeth's
nothin' but a little girl.
Yeah, well,
she ain't much for size...
but she's just like her old pappy--
stout and willin'!
Now, don't you forget, Miss Coates.
If there's any other little thing
I can do for you...
don't you be bashful
about tellin' me.
I'm on call day or night.
Bye! Bye.
Oh!
- I do believe you are cooler.
- Mama.
Don't let what
Mr Searcy said bother you.
I'm gonna be all right.
I'm sure you will be.
I know, Mama.
Mama, I know.
I got a good look at them hogs.
Now, them hogs was mean,
but they weren't mad.
Travis, we got lots of corn--
me, Mama and Elizabeth.
Ain't that old Rose I hear bawlin'?
She's been actin' flighty lately,
like she was scared of her own shadow.
And this mornin', she wouldn't
let her calf suck either.
- I think maybe
she's got a bit of pea vine.
- Oh, no, Mama.
It can't be pea vine.
Not this late of year.
Oh. The poor thing.
She's blind sick.
Mama, that cow's got hydrophoby.
Hydrophoby?
Oh, no, Travis.
Mr Sanderson said when they stagger
and slobber around, you know for sure.
I'll go get my gun.
Let's get finished
and go burn the carcass.
If the varmints get at it,
could be that might spread the disease.
I'm hungry.
Well, I'll go rustle you up
some bread and milk.
- How come you shot old Rose?
- She was sick.
Well, you were sick too.
How come they didn't shoot you?
Well, that's somethin' different.
Where'll Rose go now she's dead?
Nowhere, I reckon.
She's just dead.
- Will she go to heaven?
- I don't much reckon.
Ain't there no cows in heaven
for the angels to milk?
Well, how do I know?
Here's your supper.
How far off is heaven?
Oh, I don't know.
A far piece, I guess.
Is heaven as far off as Papa went?
A heap further than that.
- Where'd Papa go to?
- Kansas.
Arliss, quit eatin'
with that nasty old pup!
Well, he's hungry too!
Travis! Bring your gun!
That's Mama!
What's the matter with her?
You stay in this house,
Arliss, you hear?
Travis! Travis!
Travis! Bring your gun!
Travis! Travis! A wolf!
- Mama!
- Don't let Arliss come down here.
I'm comin', Arliss!
- What happened?
- It was so sudden, I don't hardly know.
- The wolf came leapin' out at us.
- Lucky you had Old Yeller.
It was lucky for us, son,
but it weren't lucky for Old Yeller.
He's chewed up some,
but he ain't bad hurt.
No wolf in his right mind
would've jumped us at the fire...
not even a loafer wolf.
That wolf was mad.
I'll shoot him...
if you can't.
But either way,
we've got it to do.
Mama, listen. Old Yeller just saved
your life, and Elizabeth too!
And he saved mine and Arliss'!
We can't!
We don't know for certain.
I'll pen him up where he can't get out.
And-And then we'll wait.
We can't just shoot him like
he was nothin'. Don't you understand?
All right, son.
If you think there's a chance.
- Hear that?
- Well, now...
that sounds like
a healthy dog to me.
Take a look at him, Mama.
See for yourself.
He sure looks fine, all right.
Two whole weeks,
and nary a sign of a thing.
Think we could let him out?
No, son, not yet.
They say sometimes
it takes a month to tell.
Now, I told you,
if everything's all right...
we'll let Old Yeller
out come Saturday.
- But, Mama, why not now?
- No.
We've waited this long. I guess
we can stand it another couple of days.
Aw, Mama.
Here we are, boy. More grub.
Yeller?
What's the matter, boy?
Come on. It's time to eat.
- How is he tonight?
- All right, I reckon.
- Are you sure?
- I said he was all right, didn't I?
I guess you wouldn't like it either if
you had to stay shut up in a corn crib!
You ain't gonna keep my dog
locked up in that crib no more!
You stay away from that dog.
You understand?
It's time for you
to go to bed, Arliss.
- Aw, Mama.
- Do as I say.
Yes'm.
Don't you worry, boy.
I'll get you outta here.
- Where's Arliss?
- I don't know.
Arliss!
Arliss!
Arliss! Don't open that door!
Arliss! Keep away from that door!
Arliss!
No, Mama.
There's no hope for him now, Travis.
He's sufferin'.
You know we've got to do it.
I know, Mama.
But he was my dog.
I'll do it.
- Hello, the house!
- Papa! Ya done came home!
Hiya, boy.
Ain't them Injuns scalped you yet?
- Papa, what'd you bring me?
- I brought you somethin', all right.
Just hold your potatoes
while I go kiss your mama.
Jim! Oh,Jim!
What'd you bring me home, Papa?
Where is it?
Hear this, Katie?
Money. Cash money.
First we've had since the war.
- That ain't all.
- What?
I got that dress.
Prettiest thing you ever seen.
- Oh!
- And a fancy pair of shoes
to go with it.
- Gee whiz!
- Put it on, son.
There you are.
All right, chief.
Let's hit the warpath.
Come on, boy!
Oh,Jim!
It's lovely.
I been achin' to see it on you.
Where's Travis?
I wanna get a look at his face...
when he sees the horse I brung him.
Him and Elizabeth Searcy
are over at North Hill...
burying Old Yeller.
Old Yeller?
Come in the house
and I'll tell you about it.
Travis?
If you could just
come to like the pup.
He's-He's part Old Yeller.
He may be part Old Yeller,
but he ain't Old Yeller.
Your mama told me about the dog.
Come sit down, son.
That was rough, son.
As rough a thing
as I ever heard tell of.
But I'm mighty proud
of how my boy stood up to it.
Couldn't ask no more of a grown man.
Thing to do now is
try and forget it.
Go on bein' a man.
How, Pa? How you gonna
forget somethin' like that?
Well, I guess I don't quite mean that.
Reckon it's not a thing
you can forget.
Maybe not even a thing
you wanna forget.
What I'm tryin' to say is,
life's like that sometimes.
Like what?
Well...
now and then, for no good reason
a man can figure out...
life will just haul off
and knock him flat.
Slam him again' the ground so hard
it seems like all his insides is busted.
But it's not all like that.
A lot of it's mighty fine.
And you can't afford to waste
the good part frettin' about the bad.
That makes it all bad.
You understand what
I'm trying to get at?
Yes, sir.
It's just that--
Yeah, sure, I know.
Sayin' it's one thing,
and feelin' it's another.
But I'll tell you a trick
that's sometimes a big help.
You start lookin' around
for somethin' good...
to take the place of the bad.
As a general rule, you can find it.
- Brought you that horse I promised.
- Yes, sir.
I reckon you ain't in no shape
to take pleasure in him yet.
- No, sir.
- Well, we'll just keep him a while.
Maybe you'll come
to feel different later on.
Your mama was fixin' supper
when I left the house.
Might hurt her feelings
if we're not there on time to eat it.
Leave that alone!
You get outta here!
Put it down! Put it down!
Why, you thievin', little wretch!
Who's that beatin' my dog?
You can't beat my dog!
- You can't beat my dog!
- Hold it, chief.
I think you're fixin'
to raise the wrong hair.
Mama was tryin' to kill my dog!
- I never even touched him.
- Of course she didn't.
Ooh, whee!
Supper ready?
- Ready and waitin'.
- Good.
Looks like it's about time I started
learnin' this old pup to earn his keep.
Don't look like to me he's hardly
big enough to learn nothin' yet.
He's big enough to learn if
he's big enough to act like Old Yeller.
Young Yeller is a puppy
A little ol'lop=eared puppy
It's plain to see
he's got a family tree
The image of his pappy
He's frisky and he's happy
=And that's how a good pup should be
= Frisky and happy
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
= Best doggone dog in the West
= In the West
Here. Yeller
Come back. Yeller
Best doggone dog in the West
Best doggone dog
In the West