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

They called me magic.

And me and my burrow number seven been traips and 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-harmed.

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 all our own living free and all the imagination that you speak.

Take me home.

Take me home.

Take me home.

Take me home.

In the wilderness, everything and every animal has a sense of belonging.

Some folks call it the balance of nature.

But every now and again something happens to kind of tip that balance a little.

It was harvest time in the vegetable garden that my friend James Adams had planted out there next to his cabin.

Good morning Joshua.

I'd like to try selling this corn eye groove.

It's mighty good.

Here you go. Take it easy.

I know it's good. You've got to take your time.

I can't give you some without giving Ben some. Here you go Ben.

Well you've got yours over here Josh.

Now just eat the corn. Not the husk. You eat that husk and you're going to end up with a stomach ache.

Pretty good isn't it? I want you to try some of this lettuce here.

Ben likes to let us bear in the corn Joshua.

Look who's here.

If it isn't Ginger all growed up. He's just in time for lunch Ginger.

Well Ginger here Robbie, carbon can't be too far behind Ben.

Hi Mr Adams.

Hi Robbie. How are you son?

Now funnier's is getting mighty big isn't he? Yeah he is.

Boy since we rounded that band he took off like Greece lightning once he spotted your cabin.

You must be getting tired of chasing that deer.

Something wrong? No.

You want to sit down and talk to me a spell? Yes sir.

How's your paw Robbie?

Pause fine.

It's Ginger Mr Adams.

Is he sick again?

No he hasn't been sick a day since he cured him last spring.

Trouble is. Well he keeps running away from the farm. He'll go for two or three days and not come back.

And I'll have to go and find him.

What do you think the trouble is?

Don't write any no.

Paw thinks that now these all growed up.

Well he has a bad hankering to go back to the wilderness.

Your paw makes a heap of sense Robbie.

You take a cow.

Goat, sheep, cat.

Farms are a proper place for that animal. They feel comfortable in at home there.

But a deer? Well his instincts are for the forest.

But Ginger's happy down at the farm with me.

Is he?

Is that why he keeps running away?

What am I going to do Mr Adams?

Pause as he won't make me let Ginger go.

He said that he thought I ought to bring him up here to you.

You know wild animals better than anyone in the mountains.

He said maybe you could help me decide what to do.

Mr Adams?

Mr Adams? How did you get Ben to stay here with you?

I didn't Robbie. Ben made up his own mind.

In fact he does every day.

There's something you gotta learn about wild animals son.

Nobody owns them.

They live where they see fit.

And they belong to themselves.

But I can't ask Ginger what he wants.

Well if you're willing we'll take Ginger out and we'll find him a herd.

And we'll let him make up his own mind.

Kind of like Ben does.

If he wants to stay with you he can.

But if you like to stay with a herd we'll let him do that.

You willing to try that?

Well.

Yes.

Good boy.

I guess Adams never took a walk in the woods with a heavier heart.

He knew what Ginger meant to Robbie and he knew what Robbie meant to that deed.

Hello the house!

Adams!

Adams!

I got you supplies!

A garden!

He's gonna turn himself into a farmer.

Well once a green horn always a green horn.

Oh!

Jack!

Huh!

Show that gene, Nacoma!

Do you want to get me a check?

Show me, Jack.

Oh! No! He ain't here!

I don't know. He ain't been here off somewhere.

It's no doubt anything I can do for you.

Hey, what's up?

What's up?

What's up, Bewalk?

Well, how's come you want to catch a wild Mustang before the chief?

Oh, is it gonna get married?

Hey, they make good wedding presents.

Yeah.

Listen, since Adams ain't here, I'll go along and help you catch it.

Go to his sheep.

Have I ever caught a wild Mustang?

Listen, they didn't call me Mustang Jack for nothing.

When I first come to this country, we was up in the Wind River country and I was chasing Mustangs up there.

I mean, I've furnished half branches up there with my stuff.

When Junior started taking some natural light to the animals, Adams figured he best have another talk old Robbie.

Robbie, if Ginger decides to go back to his own town or something, I want you to remember.

What's that?

Well, as pretty as your paws farm is, there ain't no farmers pretty as this wilderness.

Ginger have everything out here.

Trees, water, streams, beautiful mountains to run and play in.

All the animals living together like one great big, happy family.

I know you're right, Mr. Adams, but don't make me happy to say so.

I don't see any other deer out here, Mr. Adams.

Maybe they all moved, migrated to a different part of the mountain.

We couldn't leave Ginger here all by itself.

Being raised on a farm and all, he just wouldn't know what to do with himself up here in this big wilderness.

We won't leave Ginger until he's found a family.

He decides you don't want one.

All right.

Homer, did I ever tell you about the time I caught two Mustangs?

I caught two Mustangs in one loop.

I tell you, it was up over on the long ridge.

It was the biggest wreck you'd ever want to see happen anywhere.

They tore up dirt.

Number seven, come on up here.

What you tarnations got into you anyway?

You can't take this old bag of bones or something hurtin' ya.

You got...

So that's what's pestering you.

I think that little burrow is separated from the herd.

There's lost and lonely.

Like you and me was when we first met, huh?

See?

You think that maybe we could talk Mc

only into finding a home for that little burrow.

I think that little burrow is separated from the herd.

There's lost and lonely.

Like you and me was when we first met, huh?

See?

You think that maybe we could talk Mc only into finding a home for that little burrow.

I think that's why we're here.

You think that maybe we could talk Mc only into finding a home for that little burrow?

Now just a minute, Mcoma, just hold on a minute.

Then mustangs can wait.

Now, I got a much better idea for a present for your chief.

What if you used to give him that little burrow yonder?

That'd be the Doc Egoop.

You hate burrows?

That never.

Oh, that guff. I give number seven. That's just been fun, ain't it?

Now, mustangs is all right.

But let me tell you something. Once you got a burrow for our friend,

you got a friend for life and for carrying things.

Cata lea, sua.

Asa ouya.

Well, of course I want to get my home.

Every creature on this green earth of gods needs a home and someone to care for.

Bye, still there.

Dangerous?

We're talking to Mad Jack, the best burrow catcher in all of these here mountains.

While has left your burrow eaten out of the palm of my hand in no time at all.

It had been.

Come here, Robbie.

Here's some deer tracks. They're fairly fresh.

Looks like a small herd. They can't be too far off.

Over there, son.

When Robbie seen that herd and watched his ginger began communicating with him,

he knew there was no turning back.

It was the saddest single moment of his young life.

It was an awful time for poor little Robbie. He didn't want ginger to leave and it was just as hard on the little critter.

His animal instincts seemed to be pulling him to that herd of deer, but his heart seemed to be wanting him to stay with Robbie.

The animals and the animals seemed to be pulling him to that herd of deer, but his heart seemed to be wanting him to stay with Robbie.

It seemed like it could go well either way.

It didn't take no mind reader to see the ginger was finding that it was near impossible to make up his mind.

And then for one cruel moment it appeared like ginger had decided to stay with Robbie, but it just weren't meant to be.

By ginger?

I'll never forget you.

And there wasn't much doubt that ginger felt the same way. Painful as it was, little Robbie did it. He had been growing up that day.

Looks like ginger finally found himself a family, Robbie.

Mr. Adams?

Reckon we could follow him a bit and see how he is?

I think the best thing is just to let him go, son.

I think our scent was just confusing.

That's the most important thing there is. We'll long into a family.

A man or a friend?

I know, Mr. Adams.

Ginger's worry belongs now.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

How close that is?

Stop.

Quiet. Go ahead, number seven.

What do you mean you don't understand? I'll tell you what I'm doing.

I'm going to send number seven in first.

That's the only way we're going to get close to that burl.

This scent is strong. It'll cover ours.

In fact, his scent's so strong that that little burl will just stand still thinking he's kind of cousin coming to call.

Then all we got to do is take that rope of yours, drop a little loop over his head and these hours.

Go on, seven.

Sam! Sam!

Sam! Sam!

It's no time to...

Number seven.

We want to help your little friend up there. We don't want to hurt him.

So be it.

Cacilia, Queza.

Well, I don't know why he doesn't want to obey me.

He usually does everything I tell him.

Now, seven, you don't have to be worried about spooking that little friend of yours.

Don't you want him to belong to the chief and have a nice, happy home like you got?

You don't?

Sure you do. Now, come on.

Seven, you're laying down on the job.

They, now do your Ken Pinker's bike. The phones now just get out.

Easy now, Joshua.

Errr...

Since your pasta, you could stay. Maybe you wouldn't mind helping me around the cabin.

Errr...

Yeah.

I'd like that.

Well, how about going over the garden and picking us some nice fresh vegetables?

You can start a fire and boil those vegetables. You're picking that big black color and I got in the cabin.

Think you can do that?

Ben, I'll get a mosey on up and see if we can get some blueberries and maybe even come across a patch of wild strawberries.

Mixing with some honey?

How's that sound to you?

Good.

As if I can keep old Ben from sticking his head and wanting them beehives and getting his nose stung.

Errr...

Now, Ben, you listen to Mr. Adams, all right? Don't you go gettin your nose stung by some angry old bees?

You ready to go, Ben?

Let's go.

We'll be right back, Robbie.

Adams wanted them berries, all right.

But he had something else on his mind. He wanted to make sure things was goin' all right with little ginger.

Morning.

I don't have time to chat with you right now. I'm looking for a herd of deer.

Some other time, little friend.

Errr...

They had found the herd of deer, and Adams and Ben stayed up, win, so the scent wouldn't spook to swim.

Well, the

They had found the herd of deer and Adams and Ben stayed up

winds so as the scent wouldn't spook to switch little animals down in the

meadow. Little Ginger was now one of the family.

It appeared like his new folks were used to him by now and

he was right where he belonged.

Well Ben, Ginger seems to be well taken care of.

Now we've got to worry about Robbie.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

Poor little Robbie. In the cabin he'd come across the wagon he'd

used to haul Ginger up to Adams' last spring

when the little critter almost died.

See that wagon just about broke Robbie's heart all over again.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

A little bit more.

Meanwhile, me and Nacoma was hot on the trail

of that little wild burl.

Well, we got our little friend boxed in.

It looks like.

This is going to be as easy as falling off a log.

All right.

Steady little fella.

Now Nacoma just leave me alone. I want to do this by myself.

I just want to show you how teeny really is.

Now I don't need no sass out of you.

Since you don't choose to help the least you can do is just sit quiet

and not rattle our little friend here.

Did you see you're making him jerry?

No, he's not mad.

He just anxious for me to catch him. That's all.

Of course he is a little jerry.

Watch it. Watch it.

I just slipped that little bird.

I just slipped.

I'm going to get the little darling this time.

Easy now.

Here you go.

We could say one thing about your friend, number seven.

He sure ain't no kissing cousin.

Now a deer herd don't have to see an animal to know it's around.

Particularly if that animal happens to be a wolf.

A deer herd senses the presence of the wolf and took off like a shot.

But poor little ginger.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

A deer herd is a little bit more than a deer herd.

Now that wolf just couldn't believe his good luck.

It appeared like he had found the one deer in the whole world

who wasn't able to take off at the mere sight of them.

As for Ginger, well since he had never seen a wolf before,

he probably figured it was just another animal friend,

dropping by to say hello.

Of course, when that wolf started coming at him like that,

Ginger knew that he had more on his mind than just getting to paint.

A lot of trouble back at the farm.

That practice was sure coming in handy now.

Lucky for Ginger, the wolf pup come along and seeing what her baby wanted

was more important than the wolf.

The wolf pup was a little bit more of a

little bit more of a

little bit more of a little bit more of a little bit more of a little bit more of a

bit more, but more of the wolf's than teeth and material.

Dear.

I know you're thinking about change, probably.

You're probably fretting about her, too.

I'm betting I'm out getting these berries we saw, Ginger.

She was mixing with her new family.

She was doing well.

Mighty well.

Gee, I'd like to see him.

I think that'd be a good idea.

We'd have to keep a good safe distance, so...

Let's go take a look for her.

Come on.

Ginger's not out there, Robbie.

The best thing we should do is split up and look for him.

You go off that way.

Van, I want you to go off that way and look for Ginger.

When their day finally comes and we all know it will,

what will we do and how will we feel?

The time has to come when we must give way

to hosts that we feel and the hearts we obey.

Now you know you're not leaving, losing a friendship is all sad

because it is a deal.

I think I made a mistake letting Ginger go.

I don't think you did, Robbie.

I know he's in terrible trouble. I just know it.

You and Van, I'll keep tracking him until we find out he's not.

Meanwhile, me and the coma was still tracking that wild burl.

Well, would you look at that.

This is that little seller's lucky day.

I'm just going to shini around that ridge and drop down on his back.

Here, you just sit tight.

See there?

It's already beginning to show me affection.

It's teasing me.

You're a cute one. Easy now.

Yeah. Yeah, you are.

Easy.

Easy.

Wait.

Oh!

The coma!

Dad, of course I'm not hurt.

Mad men don't get hurt.

Just she is, Chase, huh?

Well, I didn't fall off. I got off.

They don't like to be rent too far in the first time, and that's a fact.

Ain't that right, number seven.

Hey, I just figured out why that burl didn't want me to ride him.

He didn't like number seven, said.

It scared him. Now, that's the truth.

Now, number seven, why don't you go off and you better not go that.

Go off down yonder and feed and the matter for a while.

Well, I'll catch up my friend here.

All right. You gone.

Go on, number seven.

See here, Robbie?

Ginger's tracks, and they're nice and fresh.

But he separated from the herd.

Oh, yeah.

Are you right? But we can't be too far behind him.

Let's go.

Come on, Ben.

Ginger was now about as alone and lonely as he'd ever been in his home.

One day, he had lost Robbie and the deer herd.

And the likelihood of finding me there must have seemed about as slam as a twig in the windstorm.

All he could do was just keep on moving and open for the best.

Ben, what'd you find, Ben? Huh?

Good boy, Ben. Good boy.

We've lost him, Mr. Adams.

Not for long, Robbie.

The question is, to ginger cross the stream here, or do you go upstream or downstream?

Well, what are we going to do now?

We're going to widen the search.

Ben?

Oh.

I want you to go upstream. And if you find Ginger, I want you to guide her back to the cabin. Do you understand?

That avoid Ben.

Mr. Ginger, going to be all right?

I didn't see any other animal tracks, Robbie, so I figured before too long either Ben's going to meet up with Ginger or we will.

Now, somewhere along the way, Ben and Seven met up. And somehow, the way those critters talked to me themselves, Ben got seven to understand that Ginger was lost and had to be found before nightfall.

And before little Ginger, on his first day in the forest, he had lost his sense of direction and was starting to wander around in circles like a, well, like a green horn that can't tell which way the wind is blowing.

And then Ginger had run into a sandhole. Maybe one of the worst traps to fall into next to quicksand that they is.

Mr. Ginger.

You're right, Robbie. They are. You've learned well.

There's a pup with her too, which means she's more interested in a little one than she is in Ginger.

Besides, if there was a wolf around here anywhere, a speedy deer like Ginger could outrace him any time.

It was a combination of Ben's track and ability and luck which brought Ben and Seven to the sandhole where poor little Ginger was trapped.

Now Ben told Seven to stand guard and keep Ginger from being lonely while he scouted around to see what friends were handy to help out.

He got illa-le-le-lo. Yep. He was just here all right. He's probably plum-tuckered out from all the exercise we've been giving him.

Come down here to water. Now we've got to do is find out where he's watering himself.

I bet his height's just plum all eaten up with that some mosquitoes. He's probably just branc-t.

There he is. Just like a bear, he's waiting to be picked.

It's up there there. Well, I'm going to go over there and catch him. That's what I'm going to do.

Till I'll blame Mike. Keep me. Never. That's the secret of the whole thing is feed her into water.

They can't kick you while their feet's in the water. Now you just watch.

All right, little feller.

Now just take it easy, little feller. He ain't going to hurt you.

I just want more than she. That's the way, baby. He nobody going to hurt you. That's the way.

Keep that knife. You're going to have yourself up. Nice home, honey.

Now, come on. That's the way. There you go. See there? Whoa.

Now I told you. It's just a matter of time till he learned to trust me.

He called up. He was a croissala. Well, all the other times he was just showing how much he liked me.

He didn't want to make it easy. Otherwise he wouldn't appreciate me. Now little feller.

You're going to go with Nicoma and have yourself a nice home, huh?

Number seven kept an eye on Ginger, which well was about all that could be done.

But when Ben came back without Adam to Robbie, it sure looked like there was no way on this earth to get him poor Ginger out.

Now when Hawk come along and started chattering, Ben saw that old dead tree and got himself an ID.

But the problem Ben faced was how to chop it down.

You got it.

The Coleman, me, we come across Adams and Robbie.

You Adams! Robbie was sure shaken about losing his farm.

What are you two doing up here? We're looking for Ginger. I can't find him anywhere.

Where'd you get that burrow? That there's no burrow. That there's a wedding gift in the Coleman's chief.

We went out and caught him. That's what we did. So you lost Ginger, huh?

Yes, sir.

Well, now Robbie, you quit your worrying. Old Mad Jack's here now.

And he ain't lost an animal in 40 years. Besides that, we got to become here.

He's one of the best trackers in these here mountains. Well, we'll find that Ginger in no time at all if you watch.

Well, thank you, Mr. Jack. Where's number seven?

Oh, he's off somewhere, is Grayson. He'd be a long-come mealtime you watch.

Now, maybe Ben, Hawk, and Seven talked it over. Or maybe it was pure luck.

But there was no way that tree could have got where it had to go if Ben didn't do it.

Getting that tree to fall in the hole was hard enough, but trying to make poor Ginger understand it was his way of getting out was even harder.

Now, I know lots of folks don't take with animals communicating, but it must have took the powerful lot of animal plaver to get Ginger to take that first step.

But once Ginger was free, there was no way of stopping him or even slowing him down.

Adams. It's going to be getting dark soon, Robbie. If we don't find Ginger tonight, I promise you'll start the crack of dawn.

Well, let's get going, your slower number seven. Or does they try? Ben and Seven couldn't keep up with Ginger Noah. It looked like things had gone from bad to worse.

There's your wedding present. Give my regards to the chief.

I'll rustle us up some food. Robbie, would you give me some kindling? Keep your chin up.

All right.

Ginger? Ginger?

Ginger? Ginger?

Ginger, you've come back to me. Mr. Adams?

Macoma. Mr. Jack. Something's wrong, Adams.

It's Ginger. He came back. I knew he would. I just knew it.

Ginger came back to you after all, Robbie. Yes, sir. Does that mean he wants to stay with me?

I guess Ginger has made up his mind. And he wants to stay with me the way that Ben stays with you? Well, I reckon so. What do you think, Jack?

Well, it looks to me like Ginger's found the home with Robbie like number seven has with me. Which reminds me. About me, you kind.

Number seven should be...

Men, number seven, where are you being? Not lollig-gagging around, I suppose. How we've been nearly out of our minds looking for Ginger.

Aren't you being a little hard on number seven of Ben, Jack?

Well, maybe I am. Can't expect animals to do the work of us men, can you?

I gotta get you looking nice and pretty, cause you know what's gonna happen?

Macoma's gonna take you up and give you to the Chief as a wedding present.

Now, if I be nice, you're gonna have just as nice a home as old number seven over there.

You know, I wish I had more time with you. I could teach you some tricks. Some real fancy ones. Yes, sir. Maybe even better ones than old number seven over there.

Yes, sir. There you go, that's gonna be pretty.

Great. Yeah.

Men, the next thing you know, you and me sit down and have ourself a nice man to burrow talk and...

Well, good morning. Oh, thank you. Thank you.

That's the most amazing thing I've ever seen a burrow do.

Why don't you find time to teach her how to do that, Jack?

Well, uh...

Uh, this morning, before anybody woke up.

Sure is my smart burrow.

Well, didn't they teach you down to that settlement school that a pupil is only as smart as its teacher?

Uh... uh... uh...

Nokoma? Maybe someday you can bring the Chief's New Burrow down and visit Ginger and me.

See you next time around. Bye.

Bye, Jack. Bye, Nokoma.

Bye, Robbie. Bye, Adam.

You know, Robbie, what Jack was saying about teachers and their pupils?

Well, I learned a lot from you, Ginger, yesterday.

Even though adults like your paw and myself, I think we can figure out problems in our heads.

Well, sometimes the heart of a boy and the instinct of an animal seemed to make a lot more sense.

Well, I guess I'd better be going. Thank you, Mr. Adams.

It's a long bend.

You'd be careful, Robbie.

Come on, little fella. We're going home.

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

Maybe there's a time to call our own, living free in harmony and majesty.

Take me home. Take me home.

Thanks for watching.