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To give us a hydroelectric dam with dubious

capacity, and of doubtful utility, you would drown

the natural habitat of countless wild animals.

Why, you would wipe out thousands of acres

of pristine wilderness.

Ladies and gentlemen, this dam is wrong.

It is wrong!

From the bottom of my heart, I oppose

it.

Pure heartbreak.

Ten-dollar words wasted on a worthless, bug

-infested, backcountry rat hole.

Mr. Bishop.

Mr. Bishop.

Senator, Lizzy Allison is my neighbor.

Adirondack born and bred.

But she's been brainwashed by the bird and

bunny nuts.

In all my years as a senator for

the state of New York, I find that

there is nothing more controversial than an issue

forcing us to choose between jobs and the

environment.

It's round ten, Elizabeth.

If you leave now, the battle in there

wilts away and dies.

300 miles away, there's a person who very

well may be dying without me.

I've got to get there.

Lizzy!

Lizzy!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Ladies and

gentlemen, this is Captain Morrison.

We're presently cruising.

The outside air temperature is minus 30 degrees

Fahrenheit.

We've got a pretty good tailwind, so we're

now estimating our arrival 45.

The temperature there is 25 degrees with partly

cloudy skies.

We hope you have a pleasant flight, and

thank you for flying Allegheny.

Pack your heavy coat, Lizzy.

If you get an early snowfall, you're going

to need it.

Above all, the Lord our God will ask

whether we got down on our knees and

offered everlasting thanksgiving for the gifts he has

bestowed upon us.

Let's go, Lizzy.

We're running late.

Ready?

Ready?

Very good.

That's good.

A little more.

Let her down.

Good.

Fine.

Timmy, you and your sister get the gate

from the house.

Okay.

Come on, Lizzy.

Come on.

Good noise bucket.

Mike Allison, the toughest man I know, and

he owns a noisy sack of nuts and

bolts.

I need one.

I got a whole year drunken carcass home

every Saturday night.

I'll drink to that.

You're hating the children.

Oh!

Put this inside.

Something for tonight.

Fried chicken!

Mike, I really could use you this week.

For my sports.

I got one hell of a week coming

up.

Not interested.

A man should work at what he knows,

and you are one top Adirondack guide.

Amen.

Still not interested.

What's it pay, Pete?

My city pups.

They pay pure beef gravy.

Makes my mouth water just to think of

all them easy greenbacks.

We could use the money.

Once and for all, will you two quit

pestering me?

Look, I've been guiding in these mounds for

a good many years.

I'm gonna make a pretty decent living for

this family.

But today, I am taking this boat north.

I'm gonna drop it in the Chain Lakes.

I took the two kids out of school,

and I'm gonna show them what I've been

yakking about for years.

Pete, the woods have changed.

You know that.

You can read the signs.

You know that they mean winter kill.

It's gonna be a winter kill so bad

that the animals are gonna take years in

recovery.

Pauline, our kids have got a right to

see the woods as they are now, before

they change forever.

You got me.

I'm coming with you.

Good.

Go ahead.

Keep an eye on him.

Pete can't go.

He's on a spree.

Oh, I can be sober by Tuesday.

Me got Wednesday.

Missy and Tim, you be careful of that

boat.

Mind the garbage.

Hey, you can drop me off at home.

Bye!

Godspeed!

Sorry, gang.

Just misjudged it, that's all.

Any fool chipmunk knows enough to stay out

of the rain.

I'd better camp at Buck Island.

♪ Oh, dear, what can a man do?

Better get the pot ready.

Maybe he missed.

I don't know.

Your brother's a pretty good shot.

Tim Hood isn't my brother.

Not my real brother.

No.

No, he isn't.

But he lives in the same house.

He eats the same food.

I'd say he gives you the very same

love that a natural brother would.

That's got to mean something.

Well, I guess I like him well enough.

But there's no blood between us.

He's only family because my mother died and

you married Pauline.

You know, if Tim gets the right seasoning,

he's gonna make a real good woodsman.

I sure hope there's a place for him.

What about me, Father?

What can I be?

One thing for sure.

You're not gonna be a woodsman.

See?

He missed the first time.

Hey!

Lizzie, wake up.

I got something to show you and Timmy.

Come on.

Wow.

Those are the Northern Lights.

The Aurora Borealis.

I can hear Mother now.

All for the glory of God.

No church or cathedral ever holds her glory.

Father?

I'm sorry.

They're right over the Cold River.

Right over the entrance.

Cold River.

Can we go, Dad?

Hey, Lizzie.

Looking at deer.

Or eating them.

The current's picking up.

Yeah!

Yeah.

I bet if we listen real hard...

Shouldn't we carry a round?

What's up ahead, it's called Big Nasty.

We're sure gonna carry a round that.

Let's try it, Dad.

Let's go get Big Nasty.

Dad?

Shouldn't we get inshore?

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Father?

What's wrong?

I can't move.

Father?

Timmy, get the paddle.

You gotta paddle us to shore.

Tim!

Tim, hurry!

Tim!

Hurry up!

Timmy, get the packs.

Packs.

Tim.

Timmy.

Use the candle.

Don't waste your matches.

We've got some beans.

I'll boil them up.

Timmy, Lizzie.

Father?

What can we do?

Come on, sit closer.

I'm really sorry, kids.

I don't know what happened.

Something gave way just when I needed it.

Timmy?

No.

Tim, come back here.

Come on,

Lizzie.

Timmy?

If the woods are so full of food,

how come we still only got beans?

You just cook the beans.

I'll get the rest.

Breakfast?

I found some old raspberry leaves.

They sort of make a weak tea.

What are you making?

Oh, a spear.

You mean like for a bear and such?

For bears.

And partridge, goose, and turkey.

No.

Roast turkey.

With gravy and mashed potatoes.

And peas?

Peas and carrots.

Ham?

Ham and eggs?

Roast beef.

Apple pie.

Ice cream.

Chocolate bars.

Come on, let's have some tea.

Not bad.

Really chewy.

What's in it?

Plants and a few things I found lying

around.

If you don't want yours, let me have

it.

When we

get out of here, I'm going to come

back for my father.

Maybe I'll get Pete to help me.

I'll come too.

I could have stopped him from coming down

this river.

What are you talking about?

Father gave his word to Pauline.

I heard him.

He promised that he wouldn't come down the

cold river.

If I had told him that I knew,

he never would have come this way.

My poor mother.

Pauline?

She'll survive.

She's a tough old bird.

Tough old bird?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I mean, she'll get along.

Oh, you hate her.

I know that.

You always gave her a hard time, thinking

you were so much better.

Jerk.

Pauline will drown herself in religion.

When you get back, she'll thank the Lord

10 times a day for the next 50

years.

She married your father, and you got mad

because you didn't have him all to yourself.

And now you're mad because she's alive and

he's dead.

Just like her.

He got strong and just as dumb.

Just shut up.

Anything's better than talking to you, you moron.

Tim.

Timmy.

Shut up.

If this

snow gets much deeper, we won't be able

to move.

If this snow gets any deeper, we'll be

dead.

Tim Hood, a real joker.

Tim!

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Hello!

Ow.

Ow, my leg.

Yeah, but it's not broken.

It's pretty banged up, though.

How'd I get here?

I carried you.

You're quite the guy.

You know that?

Tomorrow I'm gonna show up to lean-to.

Try to get some food.

We're gonna be here quite a while.

We need more wood.

We'd better get more wood tomorrow.

Timmy?

I see we're favored with an early snow.

You got yourself in one plain fix.

Lucky you ain't throwing snowballs at the pearly

gate this very minute.

How far is the nearest town?

Eight miles down the lake and three days

of hard walking.

Will you show us the way?

We just want to

get home.

Our folks are worried.

By now, your folks have given you up

for dead, gone and buried.

You'd cause double grief showing up alive.

If you'd just help us get there, I'm

sure our family would make it worth your

while.

Worth my while?

Worth my while.

Ain't that a pimp?

You think I'm some sort of a dribbling

nitwit?

This is my business.

Next couple of weeks, them animals are all

gonna be putting on their best furs.

Getting ready for winter.

Look, we don't want to be here any

more than you want us.

Miss Moffat, you ever seen a man like

me before?

If you mean colored.

Some.

I guess.

Around the hotels in the summer.

You?

No, sir.

I had a boat.

Sank four years ago.

So I bought me a sled.

Next couple of weeks, I'll have my furs.

Then, Miss Moffat, you can ride in style.

Furs won't mind.

Boy, you can pull.

Same old bones for walking.

You mean you'll take us?

I'm saying I'm going anyway.

I might as well take you along.

Those people are Mother and Father.

They look very nice.

Who's he?

The other one is John Brown.

Great man.

Lived a long time ago.

Was he your friend?

Yep.

For a time.

But John Brown died when I was a

young'un.

Before the Civil War.

He would have freed the slaves.

That John Brown?

We learned about him in school.

Remember Tim?

Nope.

Look at this clean, boy.

Ain't it disgusting?

Females.

They just won't let a man be.

My day

has been too long.

In the morning, I saw the sons of

the Delaware happy and strong.

And yet, before the night has come, have

I lived to see the last warrior of

the wise race of the Mohicans.

I read the whole book.

That's a firearm.

It's seen better days.

You think you'd like to tanker with it?

Sure.

Thank you.

I said, I read the whole book.

I don't even get a thank you?

I said, the white man left the book

on a trip through here many years ago.

Tomorrow, we go for venison.

Young lady, thank you.

A few years ago, the same wind, the

same cracks, they were of no account.

Now, the

damn cold, I'm getting to know it.

Sometime, it aches my every bone.

Hell, ain't no hot place.

No, ma'am.

Speck is cold.

Cold all the time.

Why not move into town?

Get a warm room, in a regular house.

I don't want nothing from town, or town

people.

Not all my years.

End up like my father, working to give

pleasure to rich folk.

My father worked for rich people.

He guided them in the woods.

He cooked their meals, and shot their deer.

He was brave, and he was strong.

But he's dead.

We could surely use some help around the

house.

Come home with us.

Of course, you'd have to bathe regularly.

More than once a year?

Will you come with us?

Go back to sleep.

I said, go back to sleep.

You come here uninvited.

You accept my hospitality, and now you're gonna

give me a world of grief.

You're a girl that understands nothing.

Stay out of my life.

He let the fire die for the first

time.

Ever.

Well, he's gone, all right.

Maybe he's a friend of the trappers.

No, that fellow just spotted the cabin.

Besides, the trapper doesn't make friends.

I made fresh coffee.

I saw you in the distance.

Who lives here?

My father, me, our friend Pete.

Where are they?

Out running our trap lines.

They should be back any time.

Sister, my name is Nat.

K-N-A-T.

I'm one hungry man.

You suppose I could share some of your

food?

Who's ever in there?

Man or beast, if you value this cute

little neck, get out here!

Now!

What is this, a boy scout camp?

Show your hand, you little whelp.

Drop it!

Drop it!

I'm painfully hungry.

Let's

go.

What's this?

Your maid?

Those are the parents of our friend.

Pete's his name.

No wonder this place stinks.

You got a pet nigger.

When your old man gets

back, you tell her thanks for the food.

Ha ha ha!

Fish head soup?

I'd rather eat muskrats.

Raw.

I once knew somebody who'd kill for fish

head soup.

Where do you live?

A barn?

I don't see what's so wrong with fish

head soup.

It's good for you.

Tim!

Timmy!

Tim!

Timmy!

Tim!

Tim!

Timmy!

Timmy!

Tim!

Tim!

Come on,

let's go inside.

Think of it, Lizzie.

Just think of all that meat on that

bear.

That stupid piece of junk almost got you

killed.

I know what's wrong.

I can fix it.

Give it to me.

I'm gonna throw it in this stupid lake.

No, you aren't!

I don't want that in the cabin, Tim.

Not ever.

Ever again.

He said eight miles down the lake, three

days of hard going.

You sure you can make it?

The trapper helped us, Tim.

Without him, we could have died.

We don't know where he is or when

he'll get back.

There's nothing we can do.

We can wait just a little longer.

When he does get back, he may need

us.

He may need us just as much as

we needed him.

He may need us.

But I can sure bet that he won't

tell us.

Or thank us.

One thing, Tim.

Something I think you should know.

If we stay here, that means Christmas in

the cabin.

Not home.

Christmas.

He better show up, that old goat.

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns.

Let men their songs employ.

Wild fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains.

Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy.

Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

Wait, right there.

Where am I going to go?

They're mittens.

I knitted them with thread from the old

gray blanket.

They're great.

But I have nothing to give you.

Give me?

Me?

Tim, look what you've done already.

You're the provider.

A true woodsman.

I bet soon you'll be known far and

wide.

Tim Hood, one top Adirondack guide.

As good as Mike Allison?

As good as your father?

You're getting there.

You really are.

Merry Christmas, Lizzie.

Merry Christmas to you, Tim Hood.

Silent night Holy night All is calm All

is bright Round yon...

Merry Christmas.

Sweet thing.

For a hermit girl, you do pretty good.

That food was meant for us.

Yeah.

Before I heard your singing, I was a

sure goner.

Funny.

Our Christmas singing...

warms you up inside.

Our father gets back.

You wish you died out there.

Holidays and all.

Your old man is out running traps.

I need sleep.

I don't need no more evil eyes.

Eyes and smart lip.

Besides, it's Christmas.

I'm just as sentimental as the next guy.

Merry Christmas, boy.

You pig!

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Sweet thing.

Ain't it pretty?

What a ring-tailed jasper who I was.

Mr. Houdini himself.

I was the stud.

Figured I'd head for the mountains away from

where the cops would look.

Being old Mr. Quick, I figured they'd never

come looking for me out here.

Turns out they never had to.

This godforsaken place does their work for them.

Ah, glory.

I think you're right.

I'm right?

Right about what, sweet thing?

About God.

Having forsaken this place.

You think major thoughts, don't you?

For a little girl, I'll bet's never been

kissed.

I wasn't gonna tell you this.

No, I wasn't.

But you rile me to no end.

Both of you.

You just sitting there, just as high and

mighty, thinking, Reuben, that.

You ain't no better than frozen turd.

I do believe I saw your pet nigger

out there in the...

out there in the damn woods.

About three days ago.

Yes, indeedy.

That old codger was covered with the whitest

damn snow you ever saw.

He was frozen solid.

Solid.

Stay put, sonny boy.

She gets hurt, real hurt.

Will you listen for God's sake?

I just...

You killed him.

Listen.

Listen to me.

I didn't kill no man out there.

I didn't have to.

The winter did it for me.

Appeared like he fell through the ice, got

soaking wet, got to where he couldn't move

no more.

He froze right there, half in, half out

of that water.

The ice just locked him in solid.

What a God awful way to die.

Death is on your mind.

I don't fancy joining no dearly departed.

The light keeps us all honest.

Easy, easy,

easy.

It won't last long.

There's gonna be something.

Something you'll remember for the rest of your

life.

Tim!

Tim!

Tim!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

You can get it now.

Lizzie.

Lizzie.

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

It's all over.

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

Tim!

Tim, run!

Dad!

Dirty, bloody animal!

I got you now!

I got you now!

Stupid move, boy.

A one-way ticket, boy.

Right in my hand.

Please, God, please let me find it.

Two shots, boy.

Two shots left.

The lousy, stinking animal inside.

Please.

Boy, show yourself, boy.

One shot,

boy.

One shot left for you.

If that don't do it, I'll rip out

your black heart with my bare hands, you

living chunk of hell!

How'd he die?

I'm not sure.

He could have been shot.

He was shot.

For sure, Lizzie.

Tim?

I think I hear a bell.

A school bell, maybe.

A school bell?

Nah, not out here.

I think you've got school on the brain.

You jerk.

Can't you hear it?

Even if there was a bell, wouldn't it

be a school bell?

Maybe a church bell.

Not a dumb old school bell.

Will you just shut up and listen?

Will you just keep walking?

Tim.

Oh, Tim.

That was such a long time ago.

A long time.

And we made it.

We made it.

And to think, after all these years, they

want to forget that place and build a

dam.

But they can't take that river away, Tim.

Not now, not ever.

Hey!

That river of ours.

The cold river.

Godspeed!

There's a moment in a young girl's life

When she knows her time has come And

it's quiet And it's bittersweet for some But

that memory cuts me like a knife Even

after all these years In the trackless wild

Was a woman child Fighting back the tears

Winter nights Never ending Killing cold Winter nights

Long remembered, never told I had to reach

out for tomorrow And hope a bird would

sing Oh, winter I dreamed a dream of

spring Oh, winter I dreamed a dream of

spring There's

a time I always think of him Can't

help it, I just do When the leaves

are gone And the waning light is through

I had a long and soulful drink of

him But time has soured the taste Cause

part of me died when he walked outside

And crossed the frozen waste Winter nights Whispered

words and secret signs Winter nights Moaning cries

and silent eyes In time I'm told all

wounds must heal So why do mine still

sting?

Oh, winter I dreamed a dream of spring

Oh, winter I dreamed a dream of spring