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"Where's the Injuns what'll put arrers in
yer back?
Where's yer slatherin' wolves of the rollin' prarie?
Where's yer grizzly brown bear as can claw the bark off a
gum tree?
HERE'S A MAN for ya! I'm half horse, half
gator, tougher'n a earthquake. I've got the prettiest gal,
the fastest horse, and the ugliest dog this side of hell. I
can out jump, out run, throw down, drag out and whip any man
in old Kaintuck.
I told my pap and mam I was comin' to the
mountains to trap and be a mountain man. Acted like they was
gut shot! Sez, son, make your life go here. Here is where
the people is. Them mountains is for animals and savages. I
sez, Mother Gue, the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the
world. By God, I was right!
I might never see 'em but my common sense tells
me the Andes is foothills and the Alps is for children to
climb. These HERE is God's finest sculpturing. There ain't
no laws fer the braves ones. Ain't no asylums fer the crazy
ones. There ain't no churches 'cepten this right here. And
there ain't no priests 'cepten the birds. By God, I are a
mountain man and I'll live til an arrer or a bullet finds me
and then I'll turn inter a post and moulder into the further
buildin' up of these here mountains, the back bone of the
world.
Waugh!"
paraphrased
"Jeremiah Johnson", Warner Bros. Inc.
This
paraphrase fit Griz" to a "T ", anyone
who knew him will have to agree. God Bless the Man.
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