Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, Nat.
In case I don't see you for a while, you...
Bye, Nat.
Where your pass at?
To feed the church of God
What?
And, uh...
Amen.
Might as well come in then.
before he went on to be with the Lord.
put their feet under his table instead of mine.
He's just a boy.
I killed a slave catcher. I gotta go.
Oh, massa, please! Please! Massa, please! Oh, Lord!
I'll be fine.
You ain't goin' nowhere.
Samuel, sir. Please, you can't do this.
All right, you should go down there.
Best not lie now. I know when y'all's lyin'.
Pickin' up some food for my master,
and Joanna.
If it ain't one thing, it's another.
The love that surrounds all of us all the time.
Well, they God fearin'. One of them's a preacher.
by the secrecy that it was not altogether productive.
He is a leader.
As the sword of the Lord bears down on our enemies...
I'm Samuel Turner. Reverend WALTHALL sent us.
Whoa.
And he saw me.
I sure wouldn't wanna wait another season to see ya.
Nat, would you please lead us in prayer?
our hearts will not fear!
You take this one home, you know, clean her up...
I'm looking for a preacher named Nat.
I cut them back to a meal a day per head now.
Strange fruit hanging
Ex...
You kill them and you kill us!
Could be workin' a long time.
hath never forgiveness, but is in danger...
for no reason at all but being black.
thinkin' 'bout dumping on massa's head.
I see you!
Massa, that wench there sure would make
It's the best book ever written.
- Hold on! - Hold on!
Abner, here... he's my only real protection.
What business they runnin' or how.
you can stop right now and go on back where you came from.
be of good courage,
and their nobles with fetters of iron
Part of me couldn't believe it myself.
and to all the flock over which
I certainly wouldn't object.
You Massa Turner's nigger?
for when you get hungry.
Yes, big brother. I love you.
He's a little young, ain't he?
It's fine. Not like what I come from 'fore here.
you fight.
Goddamnit.
Gin, if you please.
You think you're smarter than me, don't you, boy?
I want you to have it.
You have him come by the house tomorrow after lunch.
C'mon, get the boy.
Now, any harm done to these people,
That's right. It's only 10 miles north.
...or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely
but getting ahead's impossible.
Rabble-rousin', stirring shit on our way of life.
How's Joanna?
the Holy Ghost hath made you overseers.
On Sundays for church and that.
Exhort servants
Praise the Lord! Sing to him a new song!
Be back in the field come morning.
at Cabin Pond night after next.
275 goin' once.
Great doin' business with you.
Turn around.
Just as the planted crop