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The story of Grizzly Adams is big and powerful and beautiful.

They call me Mad Jack.

And me and my burl number seven been traipsing these slopes and valleys for a

long spell. So I know the story from the beginning. 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

of surviving were mighty slim.

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

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

Now, 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 grew, he became the best friend Adams ever had. And together, they

a legend.

like to call these my mountains.

But if the truth be told, I guess they rightly belong to the trees and the

streams and the animals who was here first.

Yep, there was a time when this place, like the rest of the world, was a garden

of Eden.

Then along came men, all sorts of men, some that didn't think the animals had a

right to live free and easy the way it was intended.

But there was other men who cared a heap about the animals, like my friend James

Adams. He just naturally figured if things ain't right with the animals,

owed it to nature to do what he could to set things straight.

But I recall there was one time when setting things straight came mighty

Now, what do you plan on doing with that wood, Ben?

You gonna help me?

Well,

I'll be.

I've seen everything now.

But, Ben, you remember this is your idea, not mine.

everything. A fine, upstanding grizzly bear turned into a woodchopper.

I didn't ask him to do that, Jack. He did this on his own.

You see that, number seven?

The next thing you know, that green hornet is going to have poor old Ben in

harness and making him into a plow horse.

Now, you know better than that. I can't make nothing out of Ben.

He's going to do darn well what he pleases.

We got company.

You found this up by Summit Ridge?

You think there's more of them?

You can bet your cross -cut saw they is.

Well, how do you know there's more?

Because I know the man that made this.

A fellow named Trapper Tom.

And he don't do nothing unless he does it in big way.

Look at that.

There ain't nobody makes them any slicker.

Well, I guess you and I ought to get up to Summer Ridge and bust up as many of

these things as we can find.

You mean as I can find?

Now, you remember Trapper Tom. I've told you hundreds of stories about him. I

know all the stories about Trapper Tom.

Well, then you know there's only one man in these mountains that can outsmart

him, and you're looking at him.

Besides, I've got to protect you in the coma.

From what? These traps?

This here is only a come on.

You can bet your bottom dollar that wherever he found this, it's just

with traps.

Biggins. And each one more terrible and clever than the next one.

And he makes bear traps, too.

Because that used to be his specialty.

You know, I think it'd be a lot easier on all of us if we just let him go along

with us.

No, sir.

There ain't no way that mean old number seven is going to let you and the coma

traipse around these mountains with Trapper Tom afoot.

Wait, are you coming?

Ben had heard so many stories about Trapper Tom, he wasn't about to be left

behind.

Did I ever tell you about the time I first come to these mountains? That was

long before you, number seven.

The old Trapper Tom and me were the last two contestants in a blanket shootout

up on Flat Mason.

What's the matter, Ben? You heard that story of four?

That bear's gonna get himself in trouble going off by himself like that.

Like I've been telling you, Jack.

Ben can take care of himself, and he does what he pleases.

Well,

he didn't listen to one word I told him about Trapper Tom.

I tell you, Tom's dangerous.

Now, what's the matter with you?

Now, are you going to come or are you afraid I'm going to tell them about all

the good burrows I had before I found you?

All right. Just come at your own pace.

to be the work of Tramper Tom.

Well, don't just stand there looking stupid.

Cut me out of here.

We'll get you out right quick, Jack.

Ben hadn't left for no reason.

That nose of his smelled an animal being somewhere it shouldn't be.

In big trouble.

And the trouble was a pit trap made by Trapper Tom.

And the animal in it was a mountain lion.

Hurt real bad.

All Ben could do was tell her to rest easy while Steve went for help. Are you

all right?

Yeah, I think I'm all right. Just get me out of here.

Give a chase.

Why'd I step in it?

I'll tell you why I stepped in it.

It's to show you, Greenhorn, what could happen if you're not watching every

minute.

Well, you know, if I hadn't have stepped in that, one of you might have stepped

in it and got hurt real bad.

Oh, that Tom, he's a sly devil.

Meanwhile... Ben was a -running about as fast as a bear can run, looking for us.

This man looks like he's been here for over a year.

All right, Ben, I'll come with you.

A lot of help you were, number seven.

Why didn't you tell me that thing was there?

Let's catch up.

Ben brung Adams and Nekoma direct to that pit.

It's a mountain lion, Nekoma. It looks like it's hurt really bad.

You better come down with me.

You took quite a fall, didn't you?

Looks like she hit her head on these rocks.

Lucky she's alive at all.

I told you you should let me walk in front.

You got... Holy Toledo.

Is she hurt bad?

Yeah, she's hurt awful bad, Jack.

We're gonna have to make a travel voice and get her out of here and get her back

to the cabin.

You're with friends now, girl.

We're going to help you.

You're going to be all right.

I know you hurt bad.

But I don't want you to give up.

You hang on, you hear?

Jack, throw me down your canteen.

That's okay. That's just Jack and the coma with the Travois.

And we're going to take you with us.

We're going to put you on this Travois and take you back to the cabin.

But you've got to help us.

You've got to want to live, so you hang on, okay?

All of us.

Even Ben knowed that Cougar was hurt about as bad as it were possible to be

hurt. It was going to take all the love and skill that Adams had.

Plus maybe a lot of luck to Odin to save her life.

Adams figured she had a fighting chance if we could get her back to the cabin.

I think we got to her just in time.

All we can do for now is just keep her nice and quiet.

Hope she gets her strength back.

Try and get a little food into her.

Now, I think she was trapped in that pit for about two or three days.

Ben,

if it weren't for you, she wouldn't be alive right now.

I'll be.

What? She's a recent mom.

She is?

But there weren't no cub back there where we found her.

I know it, Jack.

That means that there's a little lost mountain lion cub out there in the

wilderness.

Alone and lost and frightened.

That poor cub was calling out for its mama and wondering where she was.

Good morning, Ben.

How's she doing?

I can't get any food in her.

But she's still hanging on.

You know, it's like she hasn't decided whether she wants to live or not.

You're thinking about that cub, ain't you?

Yeah.

I think if we could find that cub, it'd give her a reason to live.

Now, just a minute. You're not going anywhere.

Not without me, you ain't.

Now, we'll start it to pit, and we'll track that cub, and we'll find it.

That is, if it's still alive.

I think that that cub will have a lot better chance if all three of us look

it. Now, just a minute.

You've been up all night.

Besides, somebody should stay here and look after her.

I've done all I can do for her, Jack.

All I can do is just leave her some food and water.

What she really needs is that cub of hers.

You're right, Nekoma.

The cub was here.

Those horse prints and the man's footprints are fresh.

I'd say they aren't more than an hour or two old.

Look at those heel marks.

There's only one man I know wears a boot like that. That's Trapper Tom.

Yes, sir. Tom's afoot in these mountains, and that means trouble for

All right.

We got good reason to believe that Trapper Tom was here.

But how do we know he found that cub?

You're right, Nicoma, this is fresh.

This trap had to be set sometime this morning.

Well, this is one trap.

It ain't gonna keep a poor cub on the wall.

Adams, there's something bothering me.

What's that, Jack?

Now, if Tom didn't catch that cub and it doesn't look like he did, is it dead or

alive?

Well, how about if we split up?

If you take the summit ridge?

Ben, I want you to take the high country, you hear?

Nakoma, you go check all the water holes.

I'm going to go back to the cabin, Jack. I got an idea I want to try.

What kind of an idea?

We know the cub was here.

I'm going to take some of this dirt. Maybe she can pick up its scent.

Well, that's pretty long odds. That scent's cold.

Yeah, I know, Jack.

That animal's got a real keen sense of smell.

If that cougar could just pick up her cub's scent, that might make all the

difference in the world.

Well, at least why is it give her something to hang on to until we can

cub? I'm going back to the cabin.

Meanwhile, by some miracle, that cub were still alive.

But it wasn't Nicoma, Meen, or Ben who'd seen it first.

It were a pair of coyotes.

If ever a cub needed its mama, it was then.

But that cub had an instinct for survival.

And he scampered off hoping somebody or something would come along and kind of

even things up a bit.

Well, about that time, old Ben had picked up its scent. And it sure

have come at a better time.

Ben scared them coyotes away, but when he looked for the cub, it had skittered

away too.

So Ben put his nose to work again and tried to pick up the little one's trail.

Well,

would you look at that.

A bear trap.

Unless I miss my guess, that's a worker trapper, Tom.

Yes, sir.

Uh -huh.

See there, number seven?

He's got it baited with honeycomb.

Some poor old unsuspecting bear comes along here.

Goes inside, thinking he's going to satisfy his sweet tooth.

And the minute he touches that honeycomb, wham!

That meat falls down and he's locked in.

That cage is made out of solid logs.

It's worse than the jail cell.

Here, I'll show you.

Now, don't be scared.

Well,

you see that, number seven?

Looks like old Tom's lost his touch.

He made this here trap out of green logs.

Now they're so dried out and shrunk up that the door won't even close.

Well, I tell them down to Rendezvous how I out -foxed old Trapper Tom.

Well,

had some left over, did he?

So that old codger made himself a double -wheelie spare trap,

huh?

How about all the dirty, cantankerous things for a man to do?

Butting one of Tom's bear traps.

I gotta get out of here.

Can't let anybody find out about this.

I'll be the laughing stock of all the high country.

I'm sorry, girl.

We haven't found your cub yet.

Are Ben and Jack in a coma?

They're still looking for her.

I brought some of this dirt back.

I want you to take a good smell of it and see if you can pick up your cup's

scent.

Good.

You recognize the scent, don't you?

Meanwhile,

I was recognizing something, too.

I was in real trouble, and I know who to thank for it.

get out, you're going to have to answer me personal.

That is, if I get out.

Shota.

She's a little better to come.

But if we don't find that cover of hers, I don't think she's going to make it.

I don't know where they are.

I'm not worried about Ben. He can take care of himself.

And anybody that's been around the mountains as long as Jack has, he knows

to stay out of trouble.

Number seven.

Number seven.

How would you like to...

Number seven, how would you like to do old Mad Jack a favor, huh?

Now, you remember all those many kindnesses I did for you, all that good

and nice care?

Now, how would you like to repay old Mad Jack for that, huh?

Now, if you'd like to show old Mad Jack that there's no hard feelings,

you just move right over here, huh?

And let old Mad Jack get into that pack and get his hands onto that hatchet.

Then he could chop his way out of here.

What do you say to that?

You do it?

Seven.

Seven!

Now that cougar cub

didn't stay out of trouble very long.

Because coyotes ain't noted for giving up.

They had found that cub again, and this time they was determined to do something

about it.

It sure looked like it was all over for that little fella when once more old Ben

came by just in the nick of time.

Poor Ben.

He had found the little cub and he knew the little fella should be with his

alien mom.

He could leave the cub and go get Adams, but not with those coyotes out there.

All Ben could do was stay where he was, standing guard and hoping that things

would be better in the morning.

What are you doing here? Get on out of here.

Ain't you never seen a fella in a cage before?

Do you want to know who I am? I'll tell you who I am. I'm a mountain man. My

name is Mad Jack, and I'm a friend to all critters.

Like my friend Adams and his blood brother Nicomar.

And there ain't no call to make faces at me. It ain't neighboring.

See?

One of you couldn't drag that knife over here for me, could you?

I didn't think so.

Oh, thank you, Hawk.

It ain't that I'm hungry or nothing, but this old stomach of mine has got kind

of used to eating regular.

And I finished the last of the honey this morning.

Or, say, Hawk, let's not say anything to Adams about this, hmm?

I wouldn't want him to think that old Mad Jack couldn't get out of a bear trap

by himself.

That cougar cub was still alive in the morning because Ben stayed there all

night protecting it.

So when the cub up and moseyed along, Ben knew it were looking for his mama.

There was only one thing Ben could do.

Follow it best he could and see that the cub stayed out of trouble.

Ben kept bellering now and again, hoping one of his human friends might hear it.

Hi, fellas.

You haven't seen a little mountain lion cub around, have you?

Well, for that matter, how about a big old grizzly?

Well, I suppose not.

I hope Nekoma's having better luck than I am.

Lucky for me, it was Nekoma who number seven come across first.

Number seven.

I knew you'd come back. Where are you?

What

am

I doing in here? I'll tell you what I'm doing in here. I just got here a while

ago and there was some honeycombs in here. And I'm looking for some more of

them. I don't want no innocent bear coming along, wandering in here and

caught. Because he'd never be able to get out.

Well, there's something there.

It appears I sprained my wrist a little bit here.

Would you open the door for me? I don't think I can make it.

Thanks,

number seven.

I know you'd be coming back.

No, Nokuma, I want to do this myself.

This is Kavala.

Oh, my wrist?

Well, once it got out here in the fresh mountain there, it cured up just like

that.

This mountain men, we don't hurt for very long.

All right, Nokoma, let's go.

Wait a minute.

You better let me lead the way, because I don't want you falling in any traps or

snares. You got to keep a sharp eye out to avoid them.

Ben was happy to see the little cub taking some water.

He was mighty thirsty himself, but calling out for human help come first.

Is that you, Ben?

Sounds like you.

Keep talking. I'm coming.

Am

I

glad to see you.

I know somebody that's going to be real happy to see you.

You did real fine, Ben.

Real fine.

Let's get you home, little cub of your mama. She's been fretting something

fierce. But when she sees you, she's going to perk up like a little cub

You did real good, Ben.

Come on, Ben.

No.

Where's your mama?

Well, you found it.

Poor little critter. You've been through a lot, ain't you?

Yeah, but now his ma ain't here.

We know. She's gone when we got back here. We've been out looking for her.

I know.

He's got the scent of his ma.

And now your ma's out there looking for you somewhere.

Adams, you know about these things.

The condition she was in, what chance she got?

Her chances aren't good, Jack.

Not good at all.

Almost as if that cub knew what Adams was saying.

Did you hear that?

The coma's picked up your mama's trail.

Let's get going.

Don't look like she's moving too good, does it, Jack?

No, she's not.

I just hope we can reach her before we... Jack.

Don't you mind me, little fella.

We're gonna find your mama.

Ain't that right, Ben?

That mama cougar was a gainin' on

Trapper Tom.

Drawn to him by the scent of her cub on his shirt.

Now she was attracting Tom.

The hunter had become the hunted.

When Tom saw all

those critters moving along, he didn't connect it with a dangerous cougar being

in the neighborhood.

He figured he was just lucky to find so many small animals in the area just

waiting to be caught.

But for Trapper Tom Johnson, that day was just business as usual.

Those horse prints and shoe prints, those belong to Trapper Tom and his

That mountain lion's following right behind him.

Suppose she could be tracking him?

I mean, why would she be tracking him when she's looking for her cub?

I don't know, Jack.

You suppose it's possible that Tom could have picked this cougar cub up and got

the cub sent on himself and that's why he's following him?

Could be.

Jack, does Tom carry a rifle?

You bet he does.

And he's a crack shot, too. At least he was.

Well, he's the second best shot in these mountains until he become the second

best trapper.

Well, as weak as that cougar is, if he wounds it, we're going to have to move

fast.

This little guy just might be an orphan by nightfall. Let's get going.

Come on, Ben.

Let's hurry, Pevin.

Easy, girl.

Easy. Nothing here to bother you?

That's better.

Come on.

I see what's spooking you.

What are you doing?

That's a full -grown cougar.

Easy, girl.

I got you covered.

Let's get him up against this tree.

Easy.

You hurt, Tom?

I sure sprained my ankle.

Sad man.

I think I'm all right.

Thanks to your friends here.

Well, this here is the greenhorn I was telling you about.

And this is Nicoma, my friend. And that over there is Ben.

He lets us be friends to him.

I've heard a lot about you, Tom.

I'm sorry about your ankle. You sure come at the right time.

Let me see about putting a splint on it.

That hurt? Yes.

You did sprain it.

Tom, I told you a long time ago this mountain's off limits to trappers.

I ain't trapping big animals for pelts. I'm just taking little ones and selling

them live to the zoo.

Hold on. This might hurt a touch.

Go ahead.

Tell me, Tom.

These little animals that you catch, what does the zoo do with them?

Do they put them in cages?

Yeah.

You suppose that you could be taking these little critters away from their

families? You ever think about that?

And all these traps of yours around here.

Animals been getting hurt in them, like that mountain lion.

Well, ain't anything I can do about that.

Life's hard anyway.

Right, Jack?

Well, sure it is.

But you got no business making it harder for them little critters.

You know why that mountain lion was after you?

Well, sure.

Yesterday when I almost caught that little cub, I got his scent on me.

Well, even half dead, that mountain lion drug herself across these mountains

trying to find that little cub of hers.

So what you want me to do is just turn all my little animals loose?

Yeah.

That's fair, ain't it?

Well, considering you saved my life, I guess I owe you.

You owe those animals.

Let them live with their families.

Their families?

Why, you know, if we used to turn them animals loose right here, they'd never

get back to where they come from.

Well, I'm not asking you to turn them loose.

Just tell us where you caught them.

And with Jack and Nicoma and myself, we'll get them back to their families.

I'm sorry, Ben.

With number seven and Ben leading the way,

That way none of us will get caught in one of them ugly bear traps.

Think he can stand?

Of course he can.

Mountain men, they're made to art.

See there?

How's that ankle of yours feeling, Tom?

Oh, fine.

Thanks to you, I'm no longer a trapper.

You just about got me half convinced I gotta stop taking little critters away

from their families.

Well, Tom, you could trade those old nags of yours off and get yourself a

and do like me.

And spend the rest of my life trading beads or just soon plant corn.

No, I gotta stay out in the open with the animals.

But since I already quit trapping for pelts, now I'm gonna stop taking them

for the zoos.

I just don't know what I'm going to do.

Tom, my home here, well, it's kind of become a place for sick and lost

And when they wander off from their old kind, well, I take them in.

But that still leaves them orphans to these here mountains.

And I was thinking that, well, maybe you could take a few of these little

critters down to the city with you.

Hey. That makes it a whole lot easier than me having to go out trapping them.

Yeah, I like that idea.

New homes for your homeless critters.

But are you sure you'd be willing to turn these little orphans over to me?

Well, it's going to be on one condition.

And you promise me that you don't put them in any cages.

And that you let them live in the open like nature intended.

Promise?

That's a good idea.

And knowing old Tom's way with animals, he'd have them so those kids could pet

them.

And the ones I feel the sorriest for is the children.

But once they get a chance to see some of these little critters up close, I'll

bet they'd get curious enough to come up and give these old mountains a visit or

two. I'm not so sure I like that.

I don't know if I want a lot of greenhorns traipsing around the

here.

Well, I guess he was here first, Ben.

Is it all right if I call them our mountains?

Hey, Adam.

Hello, Tom.

Good to see you.

How are you? Just fine.

What's all this stuff? You take up trading like Jack suggested?

Oh, no, all that stuff for you from the money I got from that new zoo down in

St. Louis. I figured you didn't have any use for greenbacks, so I brought you

some flour and sugar and all kinds of things, but mainly a new steel axe to

with them stumps you got around here.

Woo -wee!

Boy, that was mighty kind of you, Tom. Thanks a lot.

Oh, it's me ought to be thanking you.

You know, going out there setting traps is getting to be mighty hard work.

Hey, tell me.

How'd them kids down at the city take those little critters?

Oh, you should have seen them little boys and girls fussing over them little

baby animals.

Petting them and talking to them just like they was tame puppies and kittens.

You know, not putting them into cages was the best idea I ever had.

Or we ever had.

Anyway, after a night's rest, I'll be ready to take on another load of your

little strays.

Hey, how about that, fellas?

You want to come down to the big city and see a big city zoo?

Oh, now you don't need to get scared like that. I was only joshing.

Anyway, if I was of a mind to take you, Ben wouldn't let me.

Would you, Ben?

Now, Ben likes to have his own little animal zoo, don't you, Ben?

I reckon he does, Tom.

pain maybe there's a world where we don't have to run

maybe there's a time