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WE BECOME A NATION
All. — Amen. . . .
Music. — Up and out.
Martha. — {Tearfully) You finish readin’ the letter from Aunt Sophia, Widder Stone. Me eyes ... be kind o’ blurred. What does Sophia say next ?
Widow Stone. — Well, Marthy, she goes on to say. . . .’ Let’s see {reading) . . . “It’s been a year since we left Danford. Jest think of it . . . 1790 already! We’re squattin’ in Ohio near the Hocking River. . . . we’ve built us a fort and 20 cabins and planted our crops. . . . The corn is high as your head. . . . Jared is the leader of our little colony. . . . He works harder and later than any other man. ... You wouldn’t know him, he’s so different since Emily passed on. . . . Onct or twice we’ve been pestered by Injuns, and two of our men most died but didn’t. . . . Obediah, your husband, is cornin’ West to visit us. He lives at Marietta, about 90 miles away, on the Muskingum River. It’s the Ohio Company’s settlement and is fast turning into a real town with purty trees and a real livin’. All we got is cabins, but we do our best, and God {hoard fade) watches over us all.
Music. — Up and out.
Voice. — Six months later . . . the fall of the year 1790 . . . at the settlement of Marietta, Ohio. Arthur St. Clair, governor of the Northwest territory, sits at a desk in his simple frame house. He is writing. There is a knock on the door.
Sound. — Knock at door.
St. Clair. — Come in.
Sound. — Latch raised . . . door opened . . . closed.
Squire. — Governor St. Clair ?
St. Clair. — Yes, sir.
Squire. — I am Squire McCrae, from Danford, Massachusetts.
St. Clair. — How do you do, sir! . . . and . . . why, hello, Obediah Weeks! How are you?
Obediah. — Fair to middlin’, governor. The Squire come here 2 days ago to look over his land. . . .
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