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They call me Mad Jack.

And if there's anybody in these mountains that knows the real story of

Adams, that'd be me.

So I'm putting it down and writing just the way it happened in hopes of setting

the record straight.

Now, my friend Adams was accused of a crime he didn't commit.

So he escaped into the mountains, leaving behind the only life that he

knew.

Now that wilderness out there ain't no place for a greenhorn, and his chances

surviving were mighty slim.

There was no time at all, for he was beaten down, ragged, and nearly stopped.

Long about then, he come upon a grizzly bear cub, all alone and helpless.

Adams knew that little critter couldn't survive without his help, so he started

right down that cliff, risking his own life to save it.

Now that cub took to Adams right off.

And that was when he discovered he had a special kind of way with animals.

They just come right up to him like he was a natural part of the wilderness.

But that bear cub, he was extra special.

As he growed, he became the best friend Adams ever had. And together, they

became a legend.

There's a time we'll call our own Living free in harmony and majesty

Take me home Take me home

Take me home Take me home

The wilderness sure does have a beauty to it.

Not... Just the kind you see, but the kind you can hear, too.

If you listen, there's lots of sounds.

The natural sounds our maker intended us to hear.

Like the spring wind kind of sliding across the top of the pines.

And the water tumbling down to the valley.

There's a sound that will put a tired body to sleep faster than you can say

goodnight. Of course...

All the critters on the ground and in the air want to be heard too.

Even those that don't have much of a voice.

Every one of them makes a sound of one sort or another.

And when you put all them sounds together, it's sort of like music.

Nature's music, you might say.

Played on nature's instrument.

A pure delight.

Except that one of them instruments tried to drive me plum crazy.

Oh, mind your manners now, Ben. You've had your flapjacks.

You also had half of mine.

I must be touching in the head cooking flapjacks for a grizzly bear when I

should have been traveling.

We're kind of hoping you'd stay more than a couple days.

Well, I might have.

Except you seem to prefer the company of a gold -durned noise -making hawk

instead of me.

Since you won't run him off, I got no choice but to go. He'll have a family of

his own soon. Why don't you just have a little respect?

Yeah.

Let him respect my ears.

Go on, get out of here.

At least wait till I'm gone.

You know, that river's pretty high for rafting.

Be a lot safer if you forded it. Well, the nearest ford's ten miles upstream

a day out of my way.

Them falls are less than a mile downstream.

Yeah, well, it might be a little dangerous for a greenhorn to ford the

this time of year.

But I ain't no greenhorn.

Not like some folks I know.

Besides, I got my prayer bag.

And the crow medicine man would give it to me, guaranteed it to ward off all

sorts of evil spirits and keep them away.

And everything else by the smell of it. I don't mind it a bit. It's good

medicine.

Come on, number seven.

Well, we'll be seeing you, Adams.

Bye, Jack.

You be careful now.

Jack's cooking outside sure makes a mess, don't it?

Them flapjacks are worth it, though, ain't they, man?

Now, what are you looking for?

I suppose you're hungry, ain't you?

Well, here.

Try some of these flapjacks.

They're the best thing for you.

Would you like a little syrup on them?

Make them nice and sweet.

Well, suit yourself.

Slow down there. I got plenty more.

That river sounds louder than it has been.

Warm breezes must be melting a lot of snow.

Would you look at that?

My ears didn't lie to me.

Well, it is a little higher than I expected.

But that could be too much trouble for a couple of old mountain men like you and

me, huh?

Come on now, just step nice and easy.

Why, you...

I swear, you're the most stubborn crater I've ever known.

I'll tell you what we're going to do.

I'm going to put a harness hitch.

If you're like, then you and me are going to get aboard and I'm going to

loose and pull us across to the other side and we're going to be on our way.

no argument.

One way or the other.

Now, I told you the plan, so let's go.

Come on.

Come on. I swear you'd try the patience of a...

Now, come on.

Hey, damn it, my foot's gone.

Go ahead and laugh.

Been three days building this raft.

Now I gotta cut it apart.

Wait till I get my hands on you, number seven.

Where's Jack?

Come on, Ben.

We gotta find him.

I hope he didn't go with the ball.

Jack!

Jack, can you hear me?

No.

It's Jack's moccasin.

What's that, Ben? Let me see it.

Oh, that's Jack.

That's his prayer tag.

He'd never give it up if he's alive, Ben.

Come on, Ben.

There you go,

Number 7. You just take it easy.

Ben, I don't know what we're going to do.

We just got to find Jack.

I know he's out there somewhere.

I just don't know where to look.

Number 7 couldn't have been in the river too long.

These things are more damp than wet.

I sure wish old Jack was coming back to get him.

They'll dry out in no time.

Well, it weren't your fault.

He was going anyway.

He just needed some excuse and you were handy.

Guess that was just old Jack's way.

Van, get out of that stuff.

You know that ain't yours.

What are you into now?

Jack's diary.

Overslept today.

Sun almost up before me.

Could be I'm getting mighty old.

Full moon.

Watched it come up over the top of the ridge.

Ain't real sure who makes it come up over the ridge, but whoever it is, he's

a hand in everything.

Reads like poetry, doesn't it, Ben?

Almost forgot about the first time old Jack and me ever met.

You were just a cub.

Too young to remember.

Had my taster all set for turkey supper, so I didn't mind having to hunt most of

the day for one.

I was just laying my sights in on a big tom, and I could already taste

him. Hey, hey there!

What in tarnation?

That turkey was beautiful.

You weren't going to shoot it, were you?

No.

I was going to make him surrender.

Of course I was going to shoot him. That turkey was my supper, you darn fool.

Well, don't worry. I'd share my jerky with you. I got plenty.

Jerky?

I've got jerky. I've been eating jerky for six weeks.

I'm sick of jerky.

Get that varmint away from number six.

Get away from him, Ben.

Well, you got Greenhorn written all over you.

You better get back to the city, son. You're not equipped to exist out here.

Yeah, well, don't you worry about me.

I got a rifle, pack, axe. I got all I need. Uh -huh.

And for your information, the one with the long handle there with the iron on

the top, that's the axe.

But I doubt if you've got enough sense to use it.

Well, seems how you made it out here.

I'm sure I ain't gonna have no trouble.

Dead right.

You know, Ben, he never thought I'd make it.

I bet he was sure surprised the next time we met.

Well, the seasons came and went.

And I laid on number six to rest.

And got me number seven.

And I'd forgotten all about that greenhorn.

One day I was tracking the wolf what had been raiding my traps.

There's another track.

Unless I miss my guess, old Mr. Wolf's up there in them bushes taking himself a

snooze.

All right, Jingle, I think we got him, number seven.

None too soon.

Storm's coming.

Critters are taking shelter.

Storm gets here, we'll lose him for sure then.

You just stay put.

Felt like a blamed animal myself, crawling through the weeds, sneaky

Grizzly, make class, number seven.

This is all I need to ruin my day. Some dumb grizzly to eat me for

supper.

Number seven, you dumb critter, stay back. This grizzly will make raw hide

of you.

Now, don't you bother this burrow, you murdering grizzly.

Ben!

Now, quit scaring those folks.

Stay back.

That's a grizzly.

He's a friend.

It's safe to come down.

I never knowed a grizzly to be friends with something it could eat.

You've got to be local.

Well,

would you looky here.

It's the greenhorn.

I would have thought the vultures ate him a long time ago. Isn't that right,

number seven?

Number seven?

You used to call him number six, didn't you? Well, we're number six.

This in here is number seven.

And if he keeps acting ornery, he's going to be a number eight. As a matter

fact, I thought your bear was going to take care of that for me.

Since I heard that shot, I figured it was going to be the other way around.

Well, I figured that you and your furry friend here have been trespassing on my

territory all the time you've been here. Well, now, you don't mind if I have a

look at that deed, do you?

Well, I don't need one.

I was here first.

And I ain't gonna let a bunch of greenhorns crowd me out. Well, I can

how you feel, but there's no need for you to worry. As far as I know, you and

are the only ones out here.

That's too many.

And as soon as this storm blows over, you and your furry friend there are

get... Well, I reckon that's gonna take quite a spell.

There ain't a cloud in the sky.

You know, I'm surprised you've survived out here as long as you have, not being

able to read signs.

When you see the critters scurrying for cover and not a cloud in the sky, that

means the storm's coming from the south, on the other side of the mountains

there. And when they come from over there, they wash half of everything away

what's left it blows away.

Well, you could be right.

Well, that's mighty nice of you.

I could shelter you in your burrow at my camp if you'd like. Well, I don't know.

What do you think?

Oh, all right.

Come on, Ben.

You know, you just take up with anybody.

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a greenhorn who acts like he knows what

he's doing.

And that Adam's acting so dang comfortable in the mountains, it made me

Of course, I knew it was only a matter of time before he did something dumb.

Now, just because we're accepting your hospitality, I don't want you thinking

that... Hold up a minute.

Hey, that dad -blamed mangy wolf robbed my traps again.

He must be no Lobo.

He's too old to hunt.

He had to start robbing to stay alive.

Not no more.

You killed him, huh? Good.

No, I just feed him real regular.

You feed a... Well, leastwise he won't be robbing my traps no

more. He didn't rob that one either.

I sprung it.

Along with the others.

Come on, number seven. See if you can keep up with me.

Do you mean to tell me that you sprang all my traps?

Ones I could find.

You'll be taking them out of here anyways.

Now, why for would I be doing a thing like that?

Because the animal's got a right to live, just like people.

You ain't got no right going around killing them.

And I ain't going to let no harm come to them.

You might not like it, but that's just the way it is.

You just hold real still.

Hey, now, just hold on there.

That's Lobo.

He's just hungry.

Not for long, he ain't.

Run, Lobo!

I meant what I said.

You're a guest, but this is my camp.

You know me right.

Mighty fine camp it is, too.

You even got yourself a... a nice fire pit here.

Yes, sir.

How's it come you to line it with all them rocks?

Helps keep the heat in.

Keeps it from soaking into the ground.

An Indian showed me.

An Indian?

You don't say.

I guess that Indian, uh...

Showed you everything you needed to know, huh?

Most things.

Some things I figured out myself.

Like building that lean -to.

You built this lean -to?

You figured it out all by yourself?

Yeah.

Right up the building underneath that outcropping.

Helps keep the wind off of us.

Should come in real handy when that storm comes in.

I guess you figured out about everything.

Except now to build a lean -to.

I ain't a man of violence, mister, but you got me mighty close to it.

You best pull up your traps and leave now.

You're forgetting one thing.

This here is my territory.

Now you're getting smart, Greenhorn.

Just keep on it going.

The idea of anybody, especially a crazy greenhorn trying to run me out of my own

territory, never crossed my mind.

So what Adams up and did next took me by surprise.

The only thing that belongs to you is your life, like any other living thing.

But you come in here thinking you can take and destroy whatever you will,

please.

Whether it be a man's shelter, the life of an animal that never did you no harm.

Well, I ain't gonna let you.

These animals saved my life more than once.

You're going.

And you ain't never trapping here again, you hear me?

Hey!

Now them traps, they cost me $14 gold.

Dang, blast it.

to hurt you, so I'm warning you.

I once whooped me five lumberjacks, and I happened to have my arm broken at the

time, so that should give you some idea what I could do to one greenhorn if I

was a miner.

I stepped in a chuck hole.

There ain't no chuck hole.

You wouldn't know a chuck hole if you was standing in it.

Got you. No, you ain't. Yes, I am. You're just too young to know it.

My pear sack.

You tore off my pear sack.

That's your fault. You started this fight.

Well, you was throwing my traps in the water.

You ruined my shelter.

What's some little old shelter compared to my pear sack? Get off me.

Let me help you up.

Just put it on.

That prayer sack's important.

Sure got a horrible stink to it.

Wouldn't have any power if it didn't smell like that.

That prayer sack was given to me by a crow medicine man personal.

I saved the chief's wife and his little baby.

He's having trouble birthing.

There.

That ought to get it.

Well, I'm sorry.

You know, that was pretty sneaky. Not according to my rules.

What are your rules? I ain't got no rules.

What'd you do, fall in another chuck hole?

I get my breath back, I'm going to show you how mean I really am.

And I don't care if you do whip me. You still ain't trapping here.

When I'm through with you, I'm going to reset every one of my traps.

Well, would you lookie there.

Dumb! Dumb! You're a dumb greenhorn!

You let me go!

Number seven.

Boom, baby.

Boom.

I'll get this.

Easy now, number seven. Easy there, boy. Just lift your leg up.

That's a boy.

Easy. Let me pull this thing off. There you go.

Come on, number seven. I'll be right back.

All the places.

Put down your clumsy feet.

Why'd you have to put him down in one of my traps?

I know I've called you worthless, but... I... I... didn't want you to

break your leg.

There's what I need.

I know I've counted on you for a lot of things, Number 7.

And as ornery and as cantankerous as you are, you never let me down.

Now I know you're counting on me.

I guess... I guess I can't let you down.

I wish I could get the greenhorn to do this for me.

But I don't want the last thing you see to be the face of a stranger.

I want you to have the comfort of knowing I'm right here with you.

I've got everything.

And this your route's going to do the trick.

Now you just hold still.

This will be over in a minute.

Wait!

Hold it right there, Greenhorn. I don't want nobody watching. Now we want to be

by ourselves.

So you just get.

You can't shoot him.

All your highfalutin talk about being good to animals.

Now you want to let old number seven suffer so you can keep him alive.

He's got a broken leg.

No, he ain't.

It's going to be all right.

Are you sure?

Well, if you'd have just taken a look, you'd have seen that.

You'd be as good as new in a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks?

I can't wait around here a couple of weeks.

You mean,

hungry, cantankerous, clumsy old

fleabag.

You never did what where you was...

Put your feet.

Them traps were mighty well hid.

Weren't his fault.

Of course they were as well hid.

Trying to tell me that...

My fault?

Well, if them traps weren't there, this wouldn't have happened. But it did.

Now, the most important thing to do is to fix this leg and stop the pain.

Weren't... Weren't nobody's fault.

That storm's going up fast.

This tree looks like it'd make the beginnings of a good lean -to. Well, I

get to fixing this leg or it's gonna stiffen and go lame.

Nobody's respecting you to build no lean -to.

You got turpentine and cider vinegar in your supplies?

Well, I got some for trading in my pack there. What do you want it for?

Well, turpentine and vinegar mixed together with an egg make a real fine

liniment. Helps prevent lameness.

The roots in this yarrow I picked to make a paste that will heal this leg as

good as new.

Is that right?

Did your Indian friend teach you that, Greenhorn?

No, sir.

My pa did.

But I was just a little Greenhorn.

Better get to fixing that shelter or we're going to get mighty wet.

You just tend to what you're doing.

Ain't nobody going to get wet.

That storm was a building up to a real snorter.

And every critter in the woods got ready for it.

Including us.

While I was putting up the lead, too, I watched Adams working on number seven.

I don't rightly know why, but I started to trust the dumb greenhorn.

It was like he really knew what he was doing.

Really cared.

Then the sky started dumping rain like I ain't never seen it rain in these

mountains before.

A regular fog, drowning log, floating flood.

And it sure didn't make it no easy task getting that lean -to built, and the

supplies all picked up. But I finally got her done, and it wasn't none too

You sure did do a good job of building.

How do you know that?

Thunder started cracking like cannons and the lightning was bright enough to

blind it.

Where's Ben?

Ben?

That crazy grizzly bear of his took it in his hand to go sit in the rain.

I've done some crazy things in my time, too, but at least I know when to come in

out in the storm.

That bear has got about as much intelligence as you have.

And that's about half the sense of hole number seven here.

Of course, I've got to admit, that water did look a mite refreshing.

What a bear that is.

just kept to come and prowl.

Seemed like days.

While we waited it out, the water running off the mountain was cutting its

through dirt and rock.

That's the way things get moved around in nature.

Water.

Even big things get moved.

That boulder hit my shelter.

Build a shelter underneath the overhanging boulders.

I'd have been in there if you hadn't erected.

You know, you saved my life.

Not on purpose.

Come on, we gotta stop that burning.

The train will put it out.

Good enough. I'm going to get myself back where it's dry.

Hey!

Come here, little fella.

You're getting soaked right through.

Come on and share our shelter with us.

He's already in.

He's just a helpless raccoon.

Couldn't make it home before the storm.

Giggler, do you no harm.

Sorry.

Couldn't do me no harm.

Couldn't do me no good, neither.

Between them going through my supplies, sharing my food with the greenhorn and

his critters, and worrying about number seven, I didn't get no rest at all.

Old Noah had to put up with rain and critters for 40 days and nights.

But just four days and nights was plenty for me.

When

a

storm finally wears itself out, the whole world takes on a new look.

It gets quiet -like, and the sun just seems to jump right out at you.

Nothing like a good rain to make everything clean again, huh, Ben?

Yeah.

I'm feeling better this morning.

About time you come around, you lazy thing. That's good.

You're mighty lucky I stayed with you. You know that?

And if that frog -drowning storm hadn't come up, I'd have just gone off and left

you here.

Sure you would, Jack.

Sure. Let's have a look at that leg there, number seven.

This leg's feeling real fine.

Be another week before he's fit enough to leave, though.

Well, there ain't nothing wrong with your leg, so you can just leave any

I was kind of hoping you and me could be friends, Jack.

Well, sure we can be friends.

Just as soon as you get all your stuff together and get on out of here.

And I don't mean temporary, neither.

All right, I'll leave.

You saved my life, and I got to respect that.

But providing you won't trap here no more.

That'll be easy.

I decided not to trap this valley no more before I got here.

Not worth it anymore.

I just come up here so as I could collect my traps and sell them.

You know something?

You're just an ornery old man.

But you've got a heart as big as these mountains.

Ouch. That blasted coffee pot has been out to get me ever since I found it.

Bear with you.

He ain't nobody's bear but his own.

He comes and goes as he pleases.

I'll just get my things and leave.

Here's somebody to keep you company if he can stand your orneriness.

You gonna mix up another batch of that medicine for number seven before you go?

You can do it.

What did you put in that again?

Turpentine, cider vinegar, quail egg, and wild yora root for the swelling.

How much of each?

I'll mix it for you. No, no, no. I can do it.

Half a cup of cider vinegar, same amount of turpentine. Make sure you grind that

yora root up real good.

Where are you heading?

I don't know.

Five miles?

Maybe ten miles on.

That won't be far enough.

All right then, beyond the next range.

The furthest mountain.

Even that won't be far enough.

What are you doing, taking claim to the whole United States?

I'll tell you what we better do.

I better let you stay right here. That way I'll know where you are at all times

and I can go around you. I won't have to be running into you by accident all the

time.

Hey, that's my stuff. Get out of there.

What are you doing in there?

Now, you stay out of my flowering. Get out of here, you dank, mad varmint.

Anyways, I let him stay.

Don't rightly know why, but it just kind of seemed like the right thing to do at

the time. Besides, I just know I could never learn how to... Mix up that

liniment of his.

What are you trying to do, kill me?

It was supposed to fall the other way.

What are you cutting the tree down for anyway?

Well, I figured as long as you're going to let me stay, I'll build myself a

cabin.

A cabin?

Yeah. Ain't going to live in a lean -to all my life.

Just going to build it right up there on that hill.

Well, you couldn't build yourself a... A birdcage with a log that size?

Give me that axe, and I'll show you where to build a cabin.

I should have learned a long time ago that you never leave what you work hard

get for some thief to find.

Now, if you'll just find yourself some nice straight log for the bottom set,

I get some smaller trees to stack for walls, you'll have yourself a decent

cabin.

What contarnation.

You see that, Adams?

Yeah, I see it. There goes their supper.

Adams' cabin started to grow, and so did number seven's appetite.

He was perking up.

Even old Lobo got to coming around again, looking for anything tasty.

It occurred to me he was eating a lot for an old fella.

At night, Adams learned me about how to make medicine from things grown all

around. The Indian kind of medicine.

Here, Jack.

This will cure that heartburn.

So would a decent meal, instead of all that salt meat.

Just drink it.

It's terrible.

I've tasted a lot of visible tastes in my day.

But they was all honey and nectar compared to this stuff.

Now, did it work?

It liked to kill me.

My mouth feels like a piece of petrified stinkweed.

I mean, did it take away your heartburn?

It's gone.

Pain's gone.

The week came and went.

Number seven healed real nice.

But he appeared in no hurry to leave.

I didn't either.

In the short time I knowed him, I come to like that Greenhorn.

You know, he was easy to be with.

Even though what he knew about cabin building wouldn't fit in a man's ear.

watch what you're doing!

I guess that's about everything.

You're more than welcome to stay, Jack.

You know, my home's your home.

About as time as it took, I could have built my home.

Well, no one asked you to stay. I had to.

Can you imagine what that cabin would have looked like if I hadn't have been

here?

Well, would you looky there.

Old Lobo's got a friend.

No wonder he needed so much food.

Old Lobo, he ain't as old as he looks.

You know, you could stay on.

No, I couldn't do that. Been dawdling too long.

Now that I'm not trapping anymore, I

gotta get some trading done before summer slips away.

Well, I sure be looking forward to seeing you again.

Well, I doubt if I'll get this way anymore.

I'm sure obliged to you.

Hang on to your hair, son.

Come on, now.

Well,

I learned Adams how to build a proper cabin, and he learned me how to make

ribbons. The best thing I learned from that greenhorn was something he didn't

even know he was teaching me.

He was teaching me that all critters got to be what they be, including people.

And all anybody can do is try and get along.

You know, number seven, even though he never trapped again, I really didn't

change him.

But I like to think I brought out the best in him.

I'm sure going to miss that crazy old man.

I hear you, number seven.

I know you're up here somewhere.

Just wait till I get my hands on you.

Jack!

Jack!

Up here!

There you are.

You no -good, lead -footed, ten -tanker.

Why don't you try to close the up to me?

We thought you was dead.

Dead?

Well, I just took a little spill over the waterfalls is all.

And that dag -nab river like they carried me to the Pacific Ocean before I

get out of it. A little spill?

Well, when Ben found your prayer sack? My prayer sack?

Where is it? Over by the fire.

You know, if I hadn't been wearing that, I'd have been in real trouble.

My diary.

You, uh, haven't been looking through my diary, have you? Well, I thought you

was dead.

And I'm sorry if you're sorry at me, but I ain't sorry for reading it.

No, I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Uh, anything in here for flat jacks?

Oh, there it is.

You know, I never knew you could write so pretty.

Well, don't believe everything you read.

Especially when I write.

Hush up.

Jack needs his rest.

Oh, leave me be.

You're just a hawk.

You know, we've been together quite a while, Jack.

So?

So I just found out that I never really knew you.

We've been friends for years.

And I just feel like I'm getting annoyed for the very first time.

I'm James Adams.

Well, how'd he do?

I'm mad, Jack.

Deep

inside

the forest is a door into another land.

Here is our life and home.

We are staying.

Here forever in the beauty of this place all alone.

We keep on hoping.

Maybe there's a world where we don't have to run.

Maybe there's a time.