![]() ![]() March is a green, muddy month down below. “Would you happen to know what month of the year it is?” By God I are a mountain man and I’ll live until an arrow or a bullet finds me and then I’ll leave my bones right here on this great map of the magnificent…” And there ain’t no priests excepting the birds. And there ain’t no churches excepting for this right here. And there ain’t no asylums for the crazy ones. These here is God’s finest sculpturins and there ain’t no laws for the brave ones. “I ain’t never seen ’em, but my common sense tells me the Andes is foothills and the Alps is for children to climb. Them mountains is for animals and savages.’ I says ‘Mother Gue, the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world.’ And by God I was right.” “Ain’t this something? I told my pap and mam I was coming to the mountains to trap and be a mountain man. ![]() “It’s been a long time since I had so much of the English language spoke at me. “Ain’t that a lot easier than sayin’ all that gibberish.” “Do you speak any English? I don’t speak any Flathead you know. “Elk don’t know how many feet a horse have!” ![]() “I swear, a woman’s breast is the hardest rock the Almighty ever made on this earth and I can find no sign on it.” You ain’t likely to meet up with someone of my good nature. “If you head due west or any other place tomorrow, you’ll be a starvin’ pilgrim in a week. “If I head due west tomorrow, will I find good places to trap?” “You sure are cocky for a starvin’ pilgrim.” “I know who you are! You’re the same dumb pilgrim I’ve been hearing for 20 days and smelling for three.” “I am Bearclaw Chris Lapp, blood kin to the grizzer that bit Jim Bridger’s ass. It is a good rifle and kilt the bear that kilt me. “I, Hatchet Jack, bein’ of sound mind and broke legs do hereby leaveth my bear rifle to whatever finds it. Bought him a good horse, traps and other truck that went with being a mountain man and said goodbye to whatever life was down there below. He settled for a 30, but damn, it was a genuine Hawkin. He was lookin for a Hawkin gun, 50 caliber or better. He was a young man and ghosty stories about the tall hills didn’t scare him none. Nobody knows where abouts he come from and it don’t seem to matter much. The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous spirit suited to the mountains. So if you’re a fan, check out the comments and if there’s still something missing, add your own comment! Some just don’t resonate with me, but they might with you. Over the years, a lot of people have added some of their favorite quotes in the comments. And who knows? Somebody else might enjoy them. And then besides that, since I finally took the time to take these down, I need to put them somewhere where I’ll remember them. This doesn’t have anything to do with anything, except insofar as Jeremiah Johnson quotes have to do with everything, now don’t they? And Rand keeps telling me that I’m pretty cocky for a starvin’ pilgrim. ![]()
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