"Where's the Injuns what'll put arrers in yer back?
Where's yer slatherin' wolves of the rollin' prarie?
Where's yer grizzly brown bear as can claw the bark off a gum tree?

HERE'S A MAN for ya! I'm half horse, half gator, tougher'n a
earthquake. I've got the prettiest gal, the fastest horse, and
the ugliest dog this side of hell. I can out jump, out run,
throw down, drag out and whip any man in old Kaintuck.

I told my pap and mam I was comin' to the mountains to trap and
be a mountain man. Acted like they was gut shot! Sez, son, make
your life go here. Here is where the people is. Them mountains
is for animals and savages. I sez, Mother , the Rocky
Mountains is the marrow of the world. By God, I was right!

I might never see 'em but my common sense tells me the Andes is
foothills and the Alps is for children to climb. These HERE is
God's finest sculpturing. There ain't no laws fer the brave
ones. Ain't no asylums fer the crazy ones. There ain't no
churches 'cepten this right here. And there ain't no priests
'cepten the birds. By God, I are a mountain man and I'll live
til an arrer or a bullet finds me and then I'll turn inter a post
and moulder into the further buildin' up of these here mountains,
the back bone of the world.

Waugh!