
The Saga of Muley Jones Full Episode – Bonanza, Season #05, Episode #26
Bruce Yarnell debuts as the Cartwrights’ cousin Muley from Missouri in his first appearance. Endowed with a singing voice capable of shattering glass, Muley inadvertently complicates life for his affluent relatives and disrupts negotiations with a neighboring Indian tribe. The supporting cast features esteemed character actors, including Jesse White, Jerome Cowan, Strother Martin, and Ralph Moody, the latter in his customary role as an elderly Indian chief. The Saga of Muley Jones, crafted by Robert Barron and Alex Sharp, originally aired on March 29, 1964.
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Main Cast
The Saga of Muley Jones, the twenty-sixth episode of Bonanza’s fifth season, featured some of the program’s recurring and supporting cast members. The cast of the episode includes the following:
- Lorne Greene as Ben Cartwright
- Pernell Roberts as Adam Cartwright
- Dan Blocker as Eric ‘Hoss’ Cartwright
- Michael Landon as Joseph ‘Little Joe’ Cartwright
- Bruce Yarnell as Muley Jones
- Jesse White as Eskey
- Jerome Cowan as Mr. Thornbridge
- Strother Martin as Yuri
- Ray Teal as Sheriff Roy Coffee
- Ken Drake as Brave Pony
- Ralph Moody as Chief White Bear
- Bern Hoffman as Bartender Sam
- Billy M. Greene as Stranger in Saloon
- Fred Aldrich as Townsman (uncredited)
- John Barton as Townsman (uncredited)
- John Bose as Townsman (uncredited)
- Stephen Burnette as Townsman (uncredited)
- Bill Clark as Cowboy in Saloon Brawl (uncredited)
- Russell Custer as Townsman (uncredited)
- Betty Endicott as Brunette Townswoman (uncredited)
- Raven Grey Eagle as Indian (uncredited)
- Bob LaWandt as Mesmerized Barfly (uncredited)
- Martha Manor as Blonde Townswoman (uncredited)
- William Meader as Townsman (uncredited)
- Bob Miles as Cowboy in Saloon Brawl (uncredited)
- Ernesto Molinari as Townsman (uncredited)
- Danny Sands as Townsman (uncredited)
- Jack Tornek as Townsman (uncredited)
Full Story Line for The Saga of Muley Jones
Hoss competes with a $10.00 bet on the line in a high-stakes horseshoe match. With a skillful toss, he lands a perfect ringer, setting the stage for victory. However, as his opponent prepares for their turn, a booming singing voice disrupts the game, leading to a brawl and subsequent arrest by Sheriff Coffee for Hoss, a stranger, and Brave Pony. The stranger is revealed as Muley Jones introduces himself as a distant cousin and embraces Hoss warmly in friendship. Despite Muley’s endearing but deafening singing, Hoss settles the fines to avoid jail time for all three.
Meanwhile, Sheriff Coffee investigates local moonshiners peddling illicit liquor to various establishments. Simultaneously, Ben arranges a meeting with an Indian Affairs agent from Washington DC to advocate for allowing a tribe to remain on their ancestral land instead of relocating to a reservation.
Muley’s thunderous singing inadvertently causes chaos, resulting in several mishaps that falsely implicate them in providing whiskey to the tribe. Recognizing an opportunity, Muley uses his booming voice to expose the moonshiners. Ultimately, he convinces the Indian agent of the truth before departing for San Francisco aboard the stagecoach.
Full Script and Dialogue of The Saga of Muley Jones
Seven fingers from the stake. I can feel that dollar in my hand right now, heh, heh, heh. The game ain't over yet, Esky. Oh, I don't know. I kind of feel good enough about it to raise that bet, say, to, uh, $5. How does that hit you? All right, $5 it is. - That's it. - Sit down, sit down. - Heh, heh. Ah. Well, Esky, it's gonna take a ringer to beat me. You don't wanna make that 5 10, do you? You got yourself a bet. Now, just kind of stand back and, uh, I'm gonna show you what a $10 horseshoe looks like when it's being thrown. Hang it in them, Esky. Hang it in them, Esky. Hang it in them, Esky. All right, quiet down, boys, keep it down. - Don't make me nervous. - Shh. Shh. Keep it down, boys. My True love is a blue eyed-daisy Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day If she don't marry me I'll go crazy Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day Who is that? Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day So many pretty girls I can't count them Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day - Got some voice though, ain't he? - Yeah. - He's got a voice. - And I'm gonna take that voice, and I'm gonna cram it right down his dirty throat! Esky, wait a minute. My true love is a sun-burnt daisy Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day She won't work and I'm too lazy Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day Ho-dee-ding-dong Ho-dee-ding-dong Ho-dee-ding-dong doodle lady day Well, howdy, heh. Beautiful day, ain't it? Don't you give me none of that "beautiful day" stuff. Your caterwauling cost me $10. Well, I'm right sorry about that, friend. But I'd take it kindly if you'd get your hands off my coat. I'll take my hands off your coat after I take $10 worth out of your hide. - Esky. - Let me at him! - Calm down. - Take your hands off me. Hey, boys, be still. Hold it! Stop! I said stop it! Now, what's going on? I declare it's enough to drive a man out of his mind. I spend 50 percent of my time chasing illegal whiskey makers and 50 percent of my time arresting them that drinks it. Roy, we ain't had a drop. I don't care whether you had a drop or whether you didn't. You're still acting like you did. Now, I got a place to cool you off. You come on down to that jail. - But, Roy... - Come on. Now, dad-burn it, Roy, I know it probably didn't look it, but the fact is we weren't really fighting out there... Hoss, now, entertaining as they usually are, I just don't have no time for a Hoss Cartwright explanation. Hoss Cartwright? Would it be Ben Cartwright's son? Yeah. Well, Second Cousin Hoss. Shake hands with your second cousin, Muley. - Cousin Muley? - Muley Jones. I've come all the way from Wheatville, Missouri, just to see you, heh, heh. - Hey. - Whoa! No, no, no. Roy, did you hear that? This feller claims he's a second cousin of mine. Look, Hoss, I don't care if this is your favorite Aunt Bertha. There's a $10 fine for each one of you boys for street fighting, and you're either gonna pay it or I'm gonna lock you up in that pokey. Now, which is it gonna be? Well, looks like this little family reunion just cost me $30. Well, Second Cousin Hoss, I sure appreciate you paying the fine for me, and I intend to pay you back just as quick as I find myself a job. I'll pay you back tomorrow, Hoss. Don't worry about it, fellers, I'm just lucky to have it. Fact is I'd have probably lost it to old Esky in that dad-burned horseshoe game anyhow. - Oh, Pa. I... - They said I'd find you here. - I wanna introduce you... - And they also said that you and Brave Pony had been brawling in the streets. It's all right, Ben, Hoss has paid their fines and they're free to go. And it's a good thing, because I've just been busier than a bird dog hunting that illegal whiskey maker. Why, that hombre keeps bouncing that moonshine equipment of his around this territory worse than a kangaroo. Now, boys, I'll leave it with you. Now, Chief White Bear and I do everything in our power to make a good impression, and what happens? The very day the new Indian agent arrives in town from Washington, my son and the chief's son are caught fighting in public! - Hoss was not to blame. - I don't care who's to blame. Suppose he'd seen you two fighting in public? You know how much depends on this report he's gonna be turning in. Now, the only reason your father and I have been successful in fighting this plan to relocate your people is because the Indian affairs in this area have been so good. It's actually all my fault, Cousin Ben. I don't care whose fault it was. The only thing that matters to me is... - What did you call me? - Cousin Ben. I'm your cousin Muley from Wheatville, Missouri. Cousin Muley? I don't know a Cousin Muley. He just got here this morning, Pa. Oh, I got a letter of introduction. Cousin Muley? "Ben Cartwright, this is to introduce Muley Jones, who is the son of Rebekah Jones, from the Larson side of the family. He is working his way to California. Any help you can give him will be appreciated. Signed, Ollie Jensen." Now, now, Pa, I've heard you mention that name before. You sure have. Ollie Jensen. By God, you remember me telling you he could pick me up by the seat of my pants with one hand? - Yeah, heh. - Heh. Still alive? How old is he? He must be about 80 years old now. Eighty-one come next October. And he can still do an honest day's work in the field, heh. Gosh, well, I'm sure happy to hear that he's in such good health. Here. Ollie Jensen. - You're Rebekah Jones's boy. - Heh, heh. Well, I'm sure happy to meet you, Cousin Muley. Now, you're gonna stay at the Ponderosa with us. Well, thank you kindly, Cousin Ben. I'm sure looking forward to meeting up with Second Cousin Adam and Second Cousin Joe. Well, you're sure gonna meet them as soon as they get back from delivering that herd of beef out to Camp Mead. Oh, uh, Cousin Ben, I'm sure plum sorry for causing all that ruckus around here this morning. Oh. Oh, I guess it wouldn't have made too much difference to me if it hadn't been for the fact we've been having a bit of trouble with the Department of Indian Affairs, and what with this new agent, this Mr. Thornbridge coming out, I just didn't want anything to happen to sort of upset the apple cart, so to speak. Pa, what sort of feller is this new agent anyhow? I don't know. I'm just going over to the hotel to meet him. Now, look, I'm fixing to take Mr. Thornbridge out to the Ponderosa and we have some supper tonight. - I want you to be on your best behavior. - Oh, yes, sir. And Brave Pony. Look, I've invited your father to come out so they could meet, and that'll be good for them to get to know each other. - Now, you come out with him. - Yes. Uh, uh... Why don't you show Muley around town? - Sure. - And then meet me at the hotel in about, uh, 30, 40 minutes. - Fine, Pa. - Good. Cousin Muley. Well, Muley, what would you like to do first? Well, um, since I had that long, hot ride into town this morning, a nice tall glass of beer would taste mighty appealing right now. - Yeah, uh, it's fine, Muley, but, see... - Don't let me hold you back, Hoss. I don't drink anyway. You two go on. Well, look, I'll see you at supper tonight. Sure, see you then. Oh. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings, Second Cousin Hoss. I forgot that Indians just ain't allowed to drink. No, no, it's all right. He's a good friend of mine. He understands. Look, let's me and you get that beer. It ain't every day a man runs into his second cousin. - Hi, Hoss. - Howdy, Sam. Couple of beers, please, sir. - Oh, now, there's that... - Esky, wait a minute. Esky, now, calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Dad-burn it, now, I want you to meet my cousin. This here's Muley Jones. - Your cousin? - Yep. Yeah, I figured whoever he was, you must have put him up to making me lose that game. I didn't put him up to nothing. I want you to shake hands. If you will, I'll forget that $10 you owe me. Now, come on. - Shake hands with...? - Shake hands. Come on here now. Shake hands. Shake. There. You know, Hoss, I ought to make you give me that $10. I'd have won that game for sure. Yeah, I gave your $10 to Roy Coffee. By the way, where was you when he arrested us? Yeah, well, I was around there somewhere. Sure you were. Gosh, Cousin Hoss, that's $40 I've cost you already and I ain't even been in town an hour. Oh, forget it, Cousin Muley. It wasn't your fault no how. You gotta admit, Esky, it was pretty funny when that horseshoe went flying out over everybody's head. You should have seen the expression on old Esky's face, ha, ha. Well, the one he was wearing when I did see him wasn't so funny. - Heh, heh, heh. - Oh, I'd like to whop you one. Esky, Esky. Esky. Uh, Esky don't appreciate a good singing voice when he hears it. And that's the gospel truth, cousin. I tell you, you got about the finest singing voice I ever heard. Well, gosh, thanks, Cousin Hoss. You know, there just ain't no joy in the world that compares to singing for me. There's just something about standing under a big, blue sky filled with God's sunshine and gathering up a chestful of fresh, clean air and just letting go. Well, thunderation, man, let go of one right now. Oh, no, no, no, Cousin Hoss. Well, you see, that's part of the reason I had to leave Missouri. Well, the folks back there, they just didn't seem to appreciate my singing. That just goes to show you how much they know about singing in Missouri. You're in Nevada now, so just cut loose with one. Mm-hm. Just let out. - Heh. - Well, all right. Beautiful dreamer Out on the sea Mermaids are chanting The wild Lorelei Over the streamlet Vapors are borne Waiting to fade At the bright coming morn Beautiful dreamer Beam on my heart Even as the morn on The streamlet and sea Then will all clouds Of sorrow depart Beautiful dreamer Awake unto me Beautiful dreamer Awake unto me Beautiful dreamer Wake unto me Starlight and dewdrops Are waiting for thee Sounds of the rude world Heard in the day Lulled by the moonlight Have all passed away Beautiful dreamer Queen of my song List while I woo thee - With soft melody - Oh! What happened? What happened? It's Hoss and that cousin of his. They're wrecking my place. Somebody get Sheriff Coffee. Sheriff Coffee! Of life's busy throng Beautiful dreamer Awake unto me Cousin Muley! Shh! Beautiful dreamer Awake - Muley! - Shut him up, Hoss. Unto Me - Muley. - Huh? I tried to stop you before you wrecked the whole dang saloon. Oh, no. I did it again. Muley, is this the reason they didn't like your voice in Missouri? Uh-huh. Mr. Thornbridge, it surely is a personal privilege for me - to welcome you to Virginia City. - Thank you, Mr. Cartwright, and I hope my visit is as pleasant as your greeting. I'm sure it will be. When you meet Chief White Bear and his people... Excuse me, sir, there seems to be some kind of a disturbance over there. Sheriff Coffee! Sheriff! Hey, Roy, what's happening? Somebody's busting up the saloon. Oh, Mr. Thornbridge, this is highly unusual here for Virginia City. - We never... - Well, I wonder what causes it. Let's go take a look. Break it up here! I said...! Did I say "break it up"? Oh. It's you three again, huh? Come on! Come on. Roy. Go on, you know the way. - But, Roy... - Eh, you go on. Right down there, come on. Mr. Cartwright, that young man is an Indian. Yeah, he sure is. What is he doing in a saloon? Why, I don't know. It's most unusual, Mr. Thornbridge. Brave Pony is a fine, upstanding young man. He's... Brave Pony, the chief's son. Oh, this is going to look terrible in my report. One mirror, $50. Two windows, $20. Glassware, $70. Liquor stock, $200. Miscellaneous breakage, $50. Public disorder fine, $10 apiece. For a grand total of $420. And what kind of an explanation do I get? That Cousin Muley sang the place into its shambles! Pa, he'll hear you. And don't think for one minute that I'm gonna accept this cock-and-bull story, do you hear me?! Ugh. I hear you, Pa. Honest to Pete, I do. Must be the guests arriving. I'll get it. Chief White Bear, welcome once again to my home. Ben Cartwright, I am honored to be your guest, my dear old friend. Thank you, thank you. - Brave Pony, good evening. - Mr. Cartwright. Won't you please come in and sit with us? - Chief White Bear. - Hm. - Please, sit down. - Pony. I'm sorry Mr. Thornbridge isn't here yet, but he should be along shortly. I'm dreaming now of Hallie Sweet Hallie, sweet Hallie I'm dreaming now of Hallie And the thought of her Is one that never dies She's sleeping in the valley I'm terribly ashamed at what my son, Brave Pony, told me about today. Oh, don't worry about that. It wasn't Brave Pony's fault. Where she lies Oh Listen to the mockingbird Oh, listen to the mockingbird Would you care for some coffee? Huh? I said, would you care for a cup of coffee? Oh, yeah, thank you. Oh Listen to the mockingbird Oh, listen to the mockingbird The mockingbird was singing O'er her grave And the mockingbird is singing Where she lies Oh Listen to the mockingbird Do you see anything out there, White Bear? No, but my braves out there will protect us. Pa, there ain't nobody out there! The mockingbird's still singing O'er her grave Don't you hear Muley singing? Of course I hear Muley singing. Do you think I'm deaf or some...? You mean, that...? Listen to the mockingbird Well, why didn't you tell me about this?! Pa, I was trying to! There is somebody there. My braves have got him pinned down. The mockingbird was singing O'er her grave Mr. Cartwright, these savages have tried to kill me. I want to know the meaning of this outrage. Oh, Chief White Bear, this is... This is... This is terrible. Mr. Thornbridge, you must reconsider. You must stay for dinner. You must give us a chance to explain things. Mr. Cartwright, I am in no mood for either dinner or explanations. - Your Cousin Muley, indeed. - Mr. Thornbridge. Your report is going to affect the lives of over 200 people. Now, before you jump to any hasty conclusions, there are many facts of which you must be made aware concerning the Indian situation here. That is precisely why I made this investigation trip, to gain firsthand knowledge and experience of the situation. And I certainly have done that today. Mr. Thornbridge. Mr. Cartwright, my report will be based on what I see and what I hear myself, not on any amount of talk or persuasion from you or from anyone else. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to leave. Mr. Thornbridge. You must do me one favor, please. Now, tomorrow, tomorrow when you've had a chance to have a little rest and things have calmed down, could we have another talk? Very well, if you wish, but I warn you right now, any further talk is useless. Now, goodbye. Thank you very much, Mr. Thornbridge, thank you. Giddyap, boy. I'm sorry, White Bear. You will talk again tomorrow. Well, Cousin Hoss, what are we gonna do today? Any chores I can help you with? Oh, no, no. No, no chores, cousin, not for me and you. Not today, no, sir. I've got a little surprise for you. - A surprise? - You bet. Heh, heh, well. You see, Pa went into town early this morning to talk to Mr. Thornbridge, - the Indian agent. - Yeah. He, uh, left here the other day and was so fired angry that he wouldn't even talk to nobody, and, well, Pa went in early this morning to explain to him. Well, you mean explain how it was all my fault. Oh, no! No, no, cousin. You see, Pa just wanted Mr. Thornbridge to know that... Well, that is wasn't all the Indians' fault. Now, of course, he didn't fault you none either. No, we know it ain't your fault. You was born with that voice. Of course, you ought to learn to be a little more careful with it around humans. Yeah. Heh, I sure appreciate you and your pa being so understanding. Yeah, well, we are, we understa... Especially Pa. As a matter of fact, he, uh, left you a little gift. Here. - A gift? - Yep. But it ain't my birthday or nothing. Go ahead, open it. I don't understand. Well, me and Pa was thinking, and was thinking about that letter that you brung with you from Ollie Jensen wanting us to help you get on to California. And we asked ourselves, "Now, how could we best help our Cousin Muley get to California?" And all of a sudden, the answer come to us that simple. Money. Now, there's enough right there for your stagecoach fare and to put you up in a hotel until you can get a job. Now, we want you to have it. Well, I... I don't know how to thank you, Cousin Hoss. But I can't take your money. Why, I owe you already for a lot of damage I've done. Well, heh, I better get my things together and get going. Wait a minute, where you going? Oh, San Francisco. Uh... Thank you, Cousin Hoss, more than I can say. Like I said, Esky, this is the last of this here moonshining that I'm gonna do. Oh, now come on, Yuri. You ain't gonna let Sheriff Coffee scare you out like this. This is Indian land. He wouldn't look here. Well, I've got a family to think about, Esky. Sheriff Coffee couldn't find this little old still if it took him 100 years. That's easy for you to say, but it's been me that totes this still around these hills to keep ahead of him. Now, that's the deal we made, wasn't it, Yuri? You make the whiskey and I sell it. I say, let's get out while the getting is good. I wasn't gonna tell you this, Yuri, until I actually got the money, but I made a deal with Sam the bartender. He's gonna buy every drop of whiskey that we make at double the price, - Oh, boy. - On account of Hoss Cartwright and his Cousin Muley busting up all his. Like fun, you was gonna tell. You was gonna sell these jugs at double and pay me the regular. I know you, Esky. What? I swear, Yuri, I don't know how you can look so clean and think so dirty. All right. All right, all right, so you know. Now I gotta make this delivery. You get back there and make some more whiskey. No, I'm through. Right now, double price or not. - Now, hold on. - Uh, this business is getting too risky. Well, that is the last time I team up with a yellowbelly. Yellowbelly? Now, now, hold on, now. What are you doing there? Wait a minute! What are you doing? Ain't you forgot something, Esky? What, forgot? Well, what are you talking about? Well, you haven't paid me for this last batch. I ain't, heh? Well, I thought sure I did, Yuri. Oh, well, now... Of course, uh, you know, boy, I'm a little hard-pressed for cash now. I've heard this all before, Esky, and my heart still ain't breaking. Listen, just unload this wagon. - Now, wait a minute. - Until you get some hard cash. Well, you are the most nervous man I ever saw. Now, didn't I tell you about the deal with Sam? What's the matter, don't you trust me? - No. - Hold on. Boy, sometimes, you know, you make me so mad I could just spit. All right, here, here. There's enough here for 18 jugs, all right? What are you doing now? Wait a minute. - Let go! What are you doing? - You paid for 18 and you got 18. Now, naturally, boy, you're gonna trust me for the rest, ain't you? Naturally. Well, of all the underhanded, selfish, conniving, thieving, crooked, - back-biting friends I ever had. - Shh. Shh. Shh. Esky. Esky. - I never saw anything like it. - Esky. Esky! You better shut that loud mouth of yours before you bring Sheriff Coffee down on us. Well, the next time I do business, it's gonna be with an honest man. Yellowbelly! Giddyap! Loudmouth! How much farther is it to their camp? - Oh, about a mile or so. - Ah, good, heh. Pa, Mr. Thornbridge, where you heading? Well, Mr. Thornbridge has, uh, kindly agreed to have a friendly talk with the chief before he forms a final opinion, now that he knows why things happened the way they did. Well, good, I'm sure glad to hear that, Mr. Thornbridge. I try to be fair in all my decisions. Uh, Hoss, uh, things go the way we planned? Well, ahem, not exactly, Pa. You see, well, Cousin Muley here decided not to take your gift after all. Not that I don't appreciate it, Cousin Ben. Muley, you mean you're not going to go to San Francisco? - Uh... - Pa, he's going, but... Mr. Cartwright, I would like to proceed to that meeting if you don't mind. Oh, yeah, well, of course, Mr. Thornbridge. Everything is under control, Pa. Well, good. I sure hope so. Muley, I hope you have a very pleasant journey to San Francisco. - Goodbye. - Goodbye. Thanks again there, Cousin Ben. Cousin Hoss, you have the nicest family I've ever seen. Well, from now on, Muley, you're a part of it, - and don't you forget it. - Heh, heh, oh, golly. You know, I feel so good right now, do you know what I'm gonna do? Muley, wait a minute. Well, heh. I reckon out here in the wide open spaces couldn't hurt nothing. Go ahead and cut loose. Believe me If all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly today Were to change by tomorrow And fleet from my arms Like fairy gifts fading away Thou would still be adored Why, there's more loudmouths around here. Let thy loveliness fade as it will And around the dear ruin Where's that voice coming from? Each wish of my heart Would entwine itself Verdantly Giddyap, there. Still Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chief White Bear, Brave Pony. - This is... This is... - Thank you. What is this? Why, this looks like... Smells like... Good heavens, it's a whiskey still on Indian land. Brave Pony... Believe me, Mr. Cartwright, this is not ours. We found it. This is your land, isn't it? Yes, but... I've never seen such fragrant proof that our red brothers need the protection of a reservation. Mr. Cartwright, please, take me back to town. - Mr. Thornbridge... PONY: Please, Mr. Cartwright. You know that we would not have a whiskey still on our land. Well, I know that, but he won't believe it. Someone else was running this still. But even we wouldn't have discovered it, if the big noise hadn't broken it. The big noise? Muley Jones? I'm warning you, you open your mouth just once, - and I'm calling the sheriff. - Now, calm down, Sam. Like I told you, Cousin Muley's on his way out of town. We're just passing a few minutes waiting for the stage. Then pass it with his mouth closed. Look at that, fruit jars, and I'm lucky to get those. Every housewife in town made me pay a fortune for them. Give me a whiskey. "Give me a whiskey," very funny. What's so funny about it? I just got to town and I'm thirsty. Look, stranger, the only thing I got to drink is beer. And I only got that because it comes in wooden kegs. I don't like beer, only whiskey. Then you better come on back later. I'm expecting a shipment anytime now. For whiskey, I'll wait. Anytime now? Already a shipment from San Francisco so soon? Never mind where I'm getting it from. You just see to it that your pa makes good for the damages in here, so as I can pay for it. Hey, Cousin Hoss, there goes your pa now. Hey, what's he doing going off to the jail? Whoa, whoa. I don't know, but let's go up and find out. Sam, we'll be back to finish those beers in a minute. Hi, Esky. Right on Indian land, the smell of whiskey was overpowering. It's the most disgraceful thing I've ever seen. Well, now, how about that? Here I've been, uh, wearing myself thin just chasing that whiskey still all over this territory. It never did occur to me to look on Indian land, - knowing Chief White Bear like I do. - Well, that's just the point, Roy. You and I know that Chief White Bear's people wouldn't do anything so foolish as make whiskey. Mr. Cartwright, I know what I saw. Hey, Pa, what's going on? Sheriff, your evidence is out there. You can go and see for yourself. As for me, my report is final. The Indians will be moved back to the reservation at the earliest opportunity. And I'm getting the first stage out of here. Goodbye, gentlemen. The reservation? Ben, I'm gonna get a deputy and send him right out there now. What happened, Pa? We found a whiskey still right near the Indian reservation. Right after we left you two on the road. Your second cousin Muley's voice sure smashed a whole bunch of whiskey bottles all around that still. Oh, Lordy. Not again. Yep, again. Pa, you know them Indians wouldn't have a still - right there on the reservation. - Hoss, I know that and you know that, but Mr. Thornbridge, he don't know that. And they was making whiskey, I can tell you that. The next stage leaves in about half an hour, and we aren't gonna find the culprit in that length of time. Cousin Ben, this is all my fault. And I'm gonna find that culprit if it's the last thing I ever do. Cousin Muley, the last thing that you could ever do for me that would be real pleasing would be to get on that stage the way you planned. And I'm going over to the hotel and I'm gonna see if I can talk Mr. Thornbridge into listening to one last appeal. Cousin Hoss, I'm sorry. Oh, I know you are, Muley. That ain't gonna help Brave Pony's tribe none, though. Look, why don't we go and finish that beer we started a while ago? Maybe we'll think of something, huh? - Come on. - Yeah. Hi, boys. Hey, Cousin Hoss. Does anything strike you peculiar about that feller? Esky? Everything about Esky strikes me as peculiar. Come on. There you go, stranger, some of the finest you'll ever taste. I'm sure glad you're back in business. Yeah. Glad to see you back in business too, Sam. Where'd you get that? A shipment that come in from Carson City. Carson City, my eye. Ain't been no shipments in from Carson City on wheels in two weeks. Now, where did you get that? Now, Hoss, you ain't got no call to stick your nose in my business. Well, I'm sticking it in. Now, where did you get that booze? I just sell liquor. Ain't no concern of mine who makes it. If it come out of that still on that Indian property, it does. Now, you tell me where you got that booze, Sam. You can't force nothing out of me. There ain't no law says I gotta tell anybody where I get my whiskey. Now, you ought to know that, Hoss. Dad-burn you, Sam. Muley, thanks to Sam, we got some thinking to do. Cousin Hoss, it better be fast thinking. That stage is due to take Mr. Thornbridge out of here in just about ten minutes. I know it. Come on, Muley. - How are you, Esky? - Fine, fine. Appears that he's wearing a mighty heavy coat for this sort of weather, don't it? Well, didn't you say he was kind of a peculiar fella, Cousin Hoss? Yeah, but that's mighty peculiar even for Esky. Come on. Here we go, ha, ha, ha. Thanks, Esky, but that's all you can bring in right now. Yeah. What are you talking about? I got another load. I'll show you what I'm talking about. Come here. Look. Hoss Cartwright and his loudmouth cousin. Well, what's so important about that? You try to make one more delivery and he's gonna find out who made it. Now, Sam, nobody ain't gonna find out nothing. I only got one more load. Now, nobody ain't gonna figure out how it got delivered. I'll tell you what, Sam. You're a nice fella. If it'll make you feel better, I'll bring it in the back way this time. No, Esky, no! Come back here! I don't want... Esky! Esky, come here! Esky! I'm gonna go over to the hotel and try to keep Thornbridge from catching that stage. In the meantime, you get back to the saloon and keep an eye on Esky and Sam, you hear? Right, Cousin Hoss. Uh, Mr. Thornbridge. Mr. Thornbridge, I guarantee... Mr. Cartwright, I have heard all the arguments on behalf of the Indians that I care to. Now, I respect your faith in White Bear and his people but concrete evidence has given me the only conclusion that I can accept. - Goodbye. - But Mr. Thornbridge, one more day's delay doesn't mean anything to you, but it could mean the peace and happiness of an entire Indian tribe. Mr. Cartwright, please, nothing would make me happier than to discover that these people deserve to remain here. But ever since I arrived, they've been involved in one incident after another. Now, are you sure that one more day in this town won't bring forth still another incident which will put our poor red brothers in an even more unfavorable light? Stop! Hold it! Beautiful dreamer Come here to me Your booze I'm breaking With loud melody You'll be in jail Wait just a minute. Uh, Mr. Thornbridge you gotta hear this. - This is for your benefit. - For mine? Yeah, come on. Bootlegging hooch all over this town You bootlegging dreamer Now come Along - Heh, what's going on, fellas? - Yeah, "What's going on, fellas?" What do you got in here anyway? Well, how did those get in there, ha, ha, ha? Well, Mr. Thornbridge, there's your proof. Proof? Well, that just shows the man was carrying whiskey. What has that got to do with Indians? All right, now, come on, you tell him. You tell him or so help me... That's right, Ben. Now look, mister, you've caused enough trouble in this town already. And if you don't tell us where you got that whiskey, I'm gonna find ways to keep you locked up in that jail for the next ten years. All right, all right. But it ain't my fault. It's all that Yuri's doing. Him and his still on that Indian land. Saying we was gonna make us a fortune. Well, Mr. Thornbridge? Well, Mr. Cartwright. Come on. I assure you my report will be most eloquent on behalf of Chief White Bear and his people. Thanks to Mr. Cartwright. No, no, no, heh, thanks to Cousin Muley here. Ha, ha, ha. A most remarkable voice. And I promise you to introduce him to people in San Francisco - who might help him train it. - Well... - We'll sure appreciate that. - Well, gosh, thanks. Cousin Muley, we're sure gonna miss you. Oh, thank you, Second Cousin Hoss. I'm gonna miss y'all. And Cousin Ben. Well, you're sure welcome here anytime at all, Cousin Muley. Well, thank you kindly, Cousin Ben. If I ever get my voice trained, I just might take you up on that. Well, you sure should. And I want you to know, I intend to pay you back every cent for everything I broke. Oh, that ain't necessary. I'm gonna send you $2 every month till it's all paid for. Oh. Well, heh, if you... If you feel like it, sure. - Bye. - Bye, Cousin Muley. - Have a good trip. - Take it easy, Muley. Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear To yon blue mountain free? Where the blossoms Smell the sweetest Come rove along with me It's every Sunday morning When I am by your side We'll jump into the wagon And all take a ride Oh Wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon And we'll all take a ride Oh Wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon And we'll all take a ride You know, Pa, the way I got it figured, at $2 a month, he ought to be breaking even in about a 150 years. If he gets out of town quick enough.
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