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

They called me magic.

And me and my borough number seven been traips in 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 ever knew.

Now that wilderness out there ain't no place for a green horn.

And his chances of surviving were mighty slim.

Or at no time at all for he was beaten down, bragged, nearly star-heart.

Well, how 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 grody became the best friend Adams ever had and together they became a legend.

There's a world where we don't have to run away.

There's a time for our own living free and harmony and majesty.

Take me home.

Take me home.

Now I 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 why.

He 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 hard.

Now what are you planning on doing with that wood Ben?

You gonna help me?

Well I'll be. I have seen everything now.

But Ben you remember this is your idea. Not mine.

Well now I've seen everything. A fine upstanding grizzly bear turned into a wood chopper.

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 Horn is going to have poor old Ben in the 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 with 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 these.

Well how do you know there's more?

Because I know the man that made this.

Feller named Trapper Tom. And he don't do nothing unless he does it in a big way. Look at that.

There ain't nobody makes him any slicker.

I guess you and I ought to get up to Summit 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 it.

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 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 is just crawling with traps.

Biggens and each one more terrible and clever than the next one.

And he makes bear traps too.

Because that used to be his special.

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 me and old number seven is going to let you and the coma trape surround these mountains with Trapper Tom afoot.

Where are you coming?

Then it heard so many stories about Trapper Tom he wasn't about to be left behind.

I never tell you about the time I first come to these mountains that was long before you number seven.

Trapper Tom and me were the last two contestants in a blanket shoot out up on Flat Mason.

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

That bear is going to 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 it's all just ain't it?

Now what's the matter with you?

Now are you going to come or are you afraid I'm going to tell him about all the good burrows I had before I found you?

All right just come at your own pace.

Come at your own pace.

This is going to be the work of Trapper Tom.

Don't just stand there look at stupid.

Cut me out of here.

We'll get you all right quick Jack.

Ben had left for no reason.

That knows of his smell of 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.

You all right?

Yeah I'll think I'm all right just get me out of here.

You're a child.

But you are there.

Why do I step in it?

I'll tell you why I stepped in it.

This to show you green heart.

What could happen if you're not watching every minute?

Well you know if I hadn't 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 runnin' about as fast as a bear can run.

Lookin' for us.

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

All right Ben I'll come with you.

A lot of help you were at number seven.

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

Let's catch up.

Ben brung Adams in the coma direct to that pit.

So mountain lion in coma it looks like it's hurt really bad.

You better come down with me.

You see?

Whoa.

You see him?

It's all right.

You took quite a fall didn't you?

Looks like she hit her head on these rocks.

Like you see'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 travelist and get her out of here and get her back to the cabin.

Oh, Tim.

Oh, you see?

You're with friends now girl.

We're gonna help you.

You're gonna be all right.

I know you heard bad.

But I don't want you to give up.

You hang on here.

I'm gonna help you.

I know you heard bad.

I know I want you to give up.

You hang on here?

Oh, oh, oh.

Jack throw me down your canteen.

See if I can get you to take a little water.

You're gonna be all right.

Oh.

That's okay.

That's just Jack in the coma with the travelist.

Now we're gonna take you with us.

We'll put you on this travelist.

We'll take you back to the cabin.

But you gotta help us.

You gotta wanna live.

So you hang on, okay?

All of us.

Even then know that Hoover was hurt bad as it were possible to be her.

It was gonna take all the love and skill that Adams had.

Plus maybe a lot of luck throwed in to save her life.

I know, I know, but I know.

There she goes.

There you are.

Adams figured she had a fighting chance

if we could get her back to the cabin.

How's she doing, Adams?

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.

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

I'll be.

What?

She's a recent law.

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 line cub out there in the wilderness.

Alone and lost and frightened.

That poor cub was a calling out for its mama

and wondering where she was.

Morning, Bennett.

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.

Go up, baby.

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

Not without me, ain't.

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

That is if it's still alive.

I think that cub would have a...

not better chance if all three of us look for 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 with some food and water.

What she really needs is that cub of hers.

Here he is!

He's spewed a dawgaw.

You're right, Nacoma. The cub was here.

Those horse prints, 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 a foot in these mountains and that means trouble for any animal.

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

But how do we know he found that cub?

What's the matter?

The jaw.

You're right, Nacoma. This is fresh.

This Trapper had to be said sometime this morning.

Well, this is one Trapper.

They ain't gonna keep a poor cub.

Adam's...

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,

it was a dead or a lie.

Well, how about if we split up?

If you take the summer ridge, Ben,

I want you to take the high country here.

Nacoma, you go check all the water holes.

I'm gonna go back to the cabin, Jack.

I got an idea on it, sir.

What time am I, dear?

We know the cub was here.

I'm gonna take some of this dirt.

Maybe she can pick up its scent.

Well, that's pretty long, nods.

That's since cold.

Yeah, I know, Jack.

But animals got a real keen sense of smell.

That cougar just pick up her cub 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 find the cub.

I'll come back to the cabin.

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

But it wasn't Mikoma, me or Ben who'd seen it first.

It were a pair of coyotes.

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

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 couldn't have come at a better time.

Ben scared them coyotes away, but when he looked for the cub, it hit skidded away too.

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

Well, would you look at that?

A bear trap.

Unless I miss my guess, that's a work for me.

I'm not a bear trap.

Unless I miss my guess, that's a work of trapper-tomp.

Yes, sir.

Oh, oh, oh.

See there number seven?

Oh, oh.

He's got it bathed 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.

That don't be scared.

Well, did you see that number seven?

Looks like old Tom's lost his touch.

You made this here, trap out of green logs.

Now, this will dry it out and shrunk up, the door won't even close.

Well, I'd tell him down to rendezvous how I...

out fox-doll trapper-tomp.

Well, had some left over, did he?

Well, so that old codger made himself a...

double-willy spare trap.

Well, that old codger made himself a...

double-willy spare trap, huh?

I'm glad that dirty, Ken Pankris, is a man to do.

Cuttin' 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 cup yet.

Her band and Jack in the coma, they're still looking for.

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 soon.

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.

Tom, I know he is out there somewhere.

And when I get out, you're gonna have to answer me personal.

That is, if I...

Get out!

Shota.

She's a little better to come on.

But if we don't find that cover, I don't think she's gonna make it.

Ben, d'oktak, d'oktroch.

I don't know where they are.

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

Anybody's been around the mountains as long as Jack has?

He knows how to stay out of trouble.

Number seven!

Number seven!

How would you like to...

Number seven!

How would you like to do old magic, favor?

Now, you remember all those many kindnesses I did for you?

All that good food, nice care?

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

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

you'd just move right over here.

And let old magic get into that pack and get his hands on to that hatchet.

Then he could chop his way out of here.

What do you say to that? You do it?

Seven!

Seven!

Now, that cooler cub didn't stay out of trouble very long,

because coyotes ain't noted for give-and-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 band came by just in the nick of time.

Poor band.

He had found the little cub and he knew the little fella should be with his ailing 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, stand in guard and hoping that things would be better in the morning.

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

You've 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 of all critters, like my friend Adams and his blood brother, Nacoma.

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

Say, 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.

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

That kubu 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 its mama.

There was only one thing Ben could do.

Follow it best he couldn't 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 knot-lank cub around, have you?

For that matter, how about a big old grizzly?

Well, I suppose not.

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

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

Number seven. I knew you'd come back where are you?

He's going to go on.

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 were some honeycombs in here.

I'm looking for some more of them.

I don't want no innocent bear coming along,

but I'm getting wandered in here and getting caught because he'd never be able to get out.

Well, there's something there.

Nakoma, that appears, I sprained my wrist a little bit here.

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

I'm not going to make it.

I'm not going to make it.

I'm not going to make it.

Thanks, number seven. I know you'd be coming back.

No, Nakoma, I want to do this myself.

This is a good ball.

Oh, my wrist? Well, once it got out of here in the fresh mountain there,

it cured up just like that.

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

That ought to do it.

Alright, Nakoma, let's go.

Wait a minute. You better let me lead the way,

because I don't want you falling any traps or snares.

You've 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's going to be real happy to see you.

Let's get you home a little cub your mama.

She's been fretting something fierce.

But when she sees you, she's going to prick up like a little cover self.

You did real good, Ben.

No. I'm pushing mama.

You found it.

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

Yeah, but now's mine here.

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

I know. She got the scent of his mama.

But now your mama's out there looking for you somewhere.

Adam, you know about these things.

The condition she was in, what chance you got?

Your chances aren't good, Jack. Not good at all.

It were almost as if that cub knew what Adam's was the same.

You're not.

You're not.

You're not.

Did you hear that? The cub was picked up your mama's trail.

Let's get going.

It looks like she's moving too good, does it, Jack?

No, she's not.

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

Eric, don't you mind me, little fella?

We're going to find your mama.

Ain't that right, babe?

Yes, sir.

Slaps.

That mama cougar was a gain in on Trapper Tom.

We're on to him by the scent of her cub on his shirt.

Now she was a trackin' Tom.

The hunter had become the hunted.

Ow!

When Tom saw all those critters moving along,

didn't connect it with a dangerous cougar beam in the neighborhood.

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

just to wait and to be caught.

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

We're here.

Patums, Jack.

I can read him, Nacoma.

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

The mountain lions follow him right behind him.

Suppose she could be trackin' him?

I mean, why would she be trackin' 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 she's following him?

Could be.

Jack, does Tom carry a rifle?

You bet he does, and he's a cracked chap too, at least he was.

He's a second best shot in these mountains until he'd become the second best trapper.

Well, as weak as that cougar is, a few wounds in it.

We're gonna have to move fast.

Errrrrr.

This little guy just might be in order from by nightfall. Let's get goin'.

Come on, Ben.

Let's hurry, Sam.

Whoa, easy, girl.

Easy.

Nothing to hear about here.

Alright, better.

Come on.

Wow!

I see what's spookin' ya.

Oh, look at that.

Now watch out.

Oh, look back in the spook right in here.

Stop that.

What are you doing here?

Whoa!

Hey!

Look out there.

Look out!

Whoa!

Whoa!

What are you doin'?

That's a foregone cougar.

Easy, girl. I got you covered.

Oh, no.

Jack!

You old scallow egg.

You heard it, Tom?

Oh, I sure sprained my ankle.

Said, man, I think I'm alright. Thanks to your friends here.

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

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

You heard that recipe, friends, to him.

I've heard a lot about you, Tom. I'm sorry about your ankle.

Are you sure comin' to write time?

Let me see about putting a splint on her. That hurt?

Yes.

You did sprayin' her.

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

Well, I ain't trappin' big animals for pelts. I'm just taking little limbs 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 you could be taking these little critters away from the families?

You ever think about that?

And all these traps of years around here.

Animals been gettin' hurt in them like that mountain lion.

Well, ain't anything I can do about that. Life's hard anyways. Right, Jack?

Well, sure it is. But you got no business makin' it harder for them little critters.

You know why that mountain lion's after you?

Well, sure. Yesterday when I almost caught that little cub, I got a sand on me.

Well, even half dead, that mountain lion drug yourself across these mountains trying to find that little cubber 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 ya.

You owe those animals. Let them live with their families.

Their families? 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 to turn them loose. Just tell us where you caught them.

And with Jack and the Coleman 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.

They can stand? Of course they can. Mountain men, they need to arm. See there?

How's that ankle you're 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 burrow and do like me.

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

No, I gotta stay out and open with animals.

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

but I just don't know what I'm gonna do.

Tom, my home here, now let's kind of become a place for sick and lost animals.

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 gonna 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?

Say, that's a good idea.

And no one old Tom's way with animals, he'd have them so those kids could pet them.

And the ones I feel the sorry's towards the children.

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

well, I bet they get curious enough to come up and give these old mountains a visit or two.

And that's the sure I like that.

I don't know if I want a lot of green-horns traipsing around the mountains up here.

Ahhh!

Well, I guess he was here first, Ben.

Is it hard if calm our mountains?

Hello, Tom.

Good to see you.

Hi.

Just fine.

What's all this stuff?

You take up trade like Jack suggested?

I know all that stuff for you from the money I got from that new zoo down 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-scale axe.

Help with them stumps you got around here.

Woo-hoo-wee!

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

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

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

Hey, tell me, how 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.

A pat in them and talking to them just like there was tame puppies and kittens.

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

Oh, we're had.

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

Oh, hey, how about that fella?

You ought 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.

Oh, no.

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

Would you, Ben?

No, Ben likes to have his own little animal zoo.

Don't you, Ben?

I reckon he does, Tom.

Deep inside the forest is adoring to 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 we'll call our own

Living free of harmony and majesty

Take me home, take me home

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