FATHER GIBAULT: We are glad to hear this news. It makes us all very happy indeed. I will go to Vincennes and tell the good news. _End of Clark Act._ ANDREW JACKSON INTRODUCTION: Andrew Jackson was born in North Carolina in 1767. His parents were Scotch Irish. Schools were few and poor and Andy learned more from the woods than from books. As a boy he was full of fun and mischief and fond of sports, but he was very hot tempered. When he was thirteen he learned what war meant for it was the time of the Revolution. Colonel Tarleton killed more than a hundred of Jackson's neighbors and friends, among them Andy's own brother. He never forgave the British. At fourteen he was taken prisoner by the British. The first act will be Andrew Jackson and a British officer. Enter soldiers dragging Andrew. Officer at desk. Men salute officer. MEN: We have found this young fellow acting in a suspicious manner around the camp, Colonel. OFFICER: Well, well, a young rebel eh! ANDREW: Yes, a rebel. OFFICER: We'll see what you are good for, boy. Clean these boots. JACKSON: I will not. I am a prisoner of war and expect to be treated as such. OFFICER: You won't! Won't you! (Draws sword and strikes boy on head). (Soldiers drag him from room). _End of Act I._ ACT II. INTRODUCTION: At Camden smallpox killed his remaining brother and left Andrew poor and sickly looking. His mother also lost her life in caring for American prisoners. Jackson was left an orphan of the Revolution. He studied law and at twenty was admitted to practice in the courts of the State. Stories from Tennessee made him long to see that beautiful country, so in company with nearly a hundred men, women and children he crossed the mountains into Tennessee. The next Act will be Jackson and others sitting around a camp-fire, telling stories of the Revolution. JACKSON: This beautiful country of Nolichucky Jack's is worth the trouble we have had in coming. Something in the stillness of the night makes me think of those dreadful Revolutionary days. What a time it was and what a lot of great heroes our country had. ONE OF MEN: Yes, those were stirring days. Well do I remember that day on the Boston Common. On the slopes of the hill where the State House now stands there was a fine place to skate and slide. We fellows learned our spelling those days for if we didn't we couldn't skate. One day after school we hurried to the hillside. We found the ice broken everywhere. We knew the British Redcoats had done the damage. They thought it fun to make the Yankees angry. We went to General Gage and told him what his soldiers had done. He said "You are plucky boys. If my soldiers bother you again, let me know." ONE OF THE GIRLS: Have you ever heard the story of Lydia Darrah? No, tell us.