Grizzly bears undergo a remarkable life cycle from birth to adulthood, with cubs born during winter hibernation and growing from approximately 10 pounds to over 800 pounds by their fourth winter. Male grizzlies establish territorial dominance through physical confrontations with other bears, marking their domain by leaving permanent signs. The legendary grizzly Mosum Sey Wob, born with a distinctive four-toed foot, exemplifies how individual characteristics can define a bear's identity and legacy in the wilderness.
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In the way of her kind, the old grizzly feared no living thing.
Yet today she made certain that the open country beyond the woods was clear of danger.
>> The two cubs had been born during winter hibernation.
She was a very old grizzly.
This brother and sister would be her last pair of cubs.
The little male had been born short of one toe on one foot. By this track, he would in time become known as Mosum Sey Wob, an Indian term that means four toad grizzly.
But that was far in the future. Right now, Wob was just one of two curious cubs.
>> The sight of this little marmet was an exciting discovery.
The cubs didn't know whether the badger was a fellow they ought to be friendly with or fearful of.
But mom had no time for mixing with the local critters.
She was moving her family clear out of this neighborhood to another part of the country.
It was only about one hill and two valleys later that the old she bear began to feel the need for rest.
About the same time, the Cubs found an ideal spot for a game of King of the Mountain. Actually, it started out to be queen of the mountain, but Wob figured that was a matter for debate.
Sister finally made her point. Then as soon as she gained the upper hand, Bob lost his footing and slid right into the cafeteria.
Well, sister had won, but it was a hollow victory. She'd rather go down there and share the sweet taste of defeat.
During their first summer, mother's liquid food would be only part of the cub's diet. That made weaning important in their training. So today, it would be a short nip followed by a short nap. And after that, it was time for an introduction to the wonderful world of solid food.
Now, just about anything and everything fills the billair for a grizzly, and no amount of effort is too much for a small reward. Even if it means turning over a 200lb rock to turn up 2 ounces of grubs and beetles.
While the cubs were digging the beetles, mom figured to take something she'd been dreaming about all winter. A good, long, luxurious bath.
Once she got her nose wet, the old gal was quite a cut up.
>> Wow.
Whatever mom was doing, the Cubs wanted no part of it. They'd take their water sports on the beach.
The fact is bear cubs are naturalb born swimmers.
Meanwhile, mom had stopped fooling around and settled down to do some serious fishing.
Now, fish ranks high on a grizzly's menu, but the youngsters have to learn to like it. Trouble was, this trout wasn't about to cooperate.
Well, no use worrying about the one that got away. The cubs would just go back and move in on mom's meal.
Maybe in time they'd acquire the taste.
But for sister, fish was ish. She wanted a mouthwash.
Bob never even got that far.
About now, traveling fever hit mom again.
The old bear wasn't just wandering aimlessly. She had a destination in mind. A distant, dimly remembered place where the land was friendly and the living easy.
It would be a long trek and there would be time for some recreation along the way, including winter sports on the high levels.
Even mom decided to have a go at the snow.
Wob was born with a kind of compulsion for pushing things over. This time he got carried away.
That trip had left Wob a little wobbly.
The bear's journey led across the highest peaks and down past melting snow patches on the opposite side of the mountains.
As the days and the miles passed by, the cubs grew in strength and size. And nothing does a better job of growing than a bear cub, especially a little grizzly. Wobb and his sister had weighed about 10 o each at the time of their mid- winter birth. But as spring gave way to summer, they had reached a well-rounded 40 lb a piece.
And by now, the she bear was heading toward the last leg of her long journey.
She couldn't know, of course, that the passing years had brought changes to the land she had known as a cub. Even here on the remote headarters of the Grey Bull River, the high country was no longer an uncharted wilderness.
His name was Moi. He was a Cree Indian.
In his childhood, this land had been his home.
Long ago, he had taken the white man's ways and served in the white man's army.
But now, he had come back to the scenes of his youth and a flood of longforgotten memories.
Among these same crags, he had watched Wormai, the eagle, lifted into the sky by the strong medicine of the sun.
Here too, he had shipped the hunting points for his first small arrows down there by the river's edge.
And far up in the high country was that secret place called Takawa, a waterfall where his grandfather had washed away his childhood and placed upon his hand the sign of the great bear.
Was it an omen or just a coincidence?
>> Moki was glad that the bears seem to be at home here in the high country. If they followed the river down into the benchlands, there could be trouble.
Moki was a cattleman now. He was the foreman of the ranch whose wide borders he had just completed mapping.
In these early stages, the spread was only a couple of buildings surrounded by great stretches of raw land. But the beginnings of an empire were already here, including the first herds of whiteface that would soon replace the Longhorn as king of the western cattle.
Hey, hey, hey.
>> The old bear's first concern was for her cubs.
For them, a safe hiding place and a warning to stay put.
for herself a scouting trip to check up on all that noise.
The cubs were a couple of weeks larger now, and Wob figured that was about the right size to go exploring. No matter what, Sister said.
Now fate was preparing the stage for the first act in the strange drama of the fortoed grizzly, the Indian who would be his friend, and the cattleman who would be his enemy.
Colonel Pearson was a retired army officer. Once Smokeoky had served as the colonel's aid and scout, now as his friend and foreman.
Let's fan out. Charlie Tom, >> take that side.
>> Right, >> Pacos.
>> Yeah.
>> Comb the draw.
>> Gotcha. Come on.
>> You want to stay with me, sir?
>> Yeah. Right.
She sensed danger to her cubs. It would be better to take her family far away from here.
Mom hadn't gone more than a few feet when she realized that she had lost 50% of her following. She couldn't see him or hear him, so she set out to find him.
>> Actually, Wobb had traveled about a quarter of a mile and right now was working his way towards something of a problem. It took a hollow log to bring it into focus.
Bob figured to extend the paw of friendship, but the calf just couldn't see a bear cub as a companion.
The little heer was hollering for help and she got it.
Heat.
Heat.
there in a second.
Come on. Heat.
Hey, heat. Hey, heat.
Looks like we got them all.
My first grizzly.
Too bad she cost me a prime bull.
>> Yeah, too bad.
>> Too bad about the bull or the bear.
>> Too bad about the cubs.
>> Little grizzlies grow big. Moi, you've got a new totem now. Remember cattle?
>> Yes, sir.
You'll want to save the hide, I guess.
Against the colonel's rifle, Wob had only the good luck of a near miss.
Heat.
Heat.
Bob didn't waste any time. More than anything else, he wanted to get rung out and right back into the family fold, wherever that was.
All through the early morning hours the next day, the roundup was still in progress along the river. But now the last few head of cattle had been hazed out of the willow brakes and headed for the ranch.
Throughout the rest of the morning, Moki continued to comb the benchlands in case any hideout cattle had been overlooked.
At this little water hole, he got off on another track.
The way Moi saw it, he had two choices.
He could let the cub get down and go about his business or he could shoot him.
But then Moi figured there was a third way and he decided to take it.
It was a peculiar thing for a cattleman to do for a grizzly, even a little one.
But it wasn't so strange for an Indian who happened to be a member of the bear clan.
[ __ ] Help.
Come on, boy. Let's not think there's a problem. Back up.
Back up.
Easy.
Easy.
Where?
Easy boy.
Come here.
Boy.
There you go.
Oh, you make this tough. Easy now. Easy.
There you go. This This won't hurt, boy.
This won't hurt.
See? Come on. Ah, be quiet.
When Moki threw a rope instead of a bullet at the grizzly cub, he had an idea that someday he might have to face the consequences.
But right now, he wasn't thinking about the future. In fact, he was making a long journey into the past.
It was a journey his grandfather would have approved.
For now he decided there was only one fitting place to turn the cub loose.
That had to be the exact spot where Moki the Indian boy had passed through the ritual of the Bearclan to become a man.
Moki could still remember the voice of his grandfather telling the legend of how the clan of the grizzly came to be.
In the sunrise of time, Ginchi Manatu, the great spirit, made the sky and the earth and the waters.
Then he made the grizzly and the cre.
There was war between the two tribes and the grizzly fell as brown leaves in the forest.
>> The grizzly was mighty in battle, but he could not stand against the weapons of the creed.
>> Gitchim Manitu saw and was angry.
>> He would not let the great bear vanish from the earth.
With a sweep of his hand, he piled up the high lone mountains and gave them to the grizzly to be his hunting ground.
>> He took from the cre the bravest warriors and bound them together in a clan.
Takawa >> in the waters of the Takawa. He washed the blood from their hands and placed a mark upon them. Then Gimi Manatu spoke.
Hear me, warriors of the creed.
Now I have made you brother to the bear.
Go from this place.
Meet your brother in peace. From this time for as long as the waters of the Takawa fall.
Take it easy. Now we're here. This is it.
>> Now you stay up here where you belong.
>> Come back to my country and we're both in big trouble.
Go in peace, my little brother.
And you can thank my grandfather.
It was in this high, wide wilderness that being on his own and all alone became a way of life for W.
The first several days he had carried on the search for his mother. But nature has wisely given young animals a short memory about such things. And so as the days passed, the problem of finding his family gradually gave way to a full-time search for food.
Not that food was scarce. It was the height of the summer berry season. The problem was Wobb's incredible growth rate. three to five pounds a day.
Fortunately, most of the local berry eaters, like the raccoon, were more than willing to let any grizzly any size be first in line at Nature's Pantry.
Just one glimpse of Wob was enough to give the fox a case of the jitters.
And even a tough little pine martin yielded the right of way.
But there were all kinds of critters around here. And right now, Wob was about to meet the queen cat of this timber tangle.
The mother cougar had only one cub.
Untouchable, unapproachable.
Well, Wobb didn't care much for kittens anyway.
He'd make a wide detour. The cougar would give him some help.
Hello.
Hello.
She had to admit that Big Loud had the best left hook she had ever seen.
Well, it was plain that this royal kitten was due for a change in summer residence. If the rowdy element was moving in, the cougar was moving out.
The mother cat could have saved herself the trouble because a certain wayfairing bear cub had wasted no time in hitting the trail again.
After such an easy victory, Wobb's growing confidence kept pace with his weight.
Then just when Wob hit 150 lbs, his confidence got set back to zero.
Eating was not a spectator sport the way Wob saw it.
Turned out that Blackie's sweet tooth was already pacified. It was a temporary filling though.
Wob took only enough time to make sure it was all clear in the clearing.
Now, Blackie could have gone right up after a while, but he decided the point had been made.
Besides, it just worked up a whole new appetite.
But now joining the festivities, the real boss bear of these parts.
This young grizzly just entering his prime was at the peak of his power. And by right of might, anything and everything was his for the taking.
Hallelujah.
There was only one way out and Blackie took it.
>> A squalling young was the one thing the new king couldn't stand, and that was bad. But adult grizzlies can't climb trees, and that was good.
So we couldn't go up and get him.
>> But he could do something that was just as good. And that was bad.
This hole was only the groundwork. Next thing was to stuff that Brad in and cover him up soon as he shook him down.
That swing and trip finally came to an end only because the ground crew got tired.
As a final gesture, the grizzly would leave a permanent warning for all who trespassed in his domain. In the manner of bears, he made the mark that said he was the king and this was his country.
It was midm morning the next day before Wob got up the courage to get down.
Uh-oh. He didn't like the look of that bush.
>> No telling what was behind it.
It was autumn now and the changing seasons brought a change to Wob's way of life.
As the fall colors spread over the mountains, more and more Wob was drawn upward toward the higher country.
When Wob found the first snowfall, he weighed nearly 400 lb.
For some time now, he'd had the definite feeling of being late for something. He didn't know what it was, but one thing for certain, he sure felt awful sleepy these days.
In Wobb's slide for home, he had by instinct returned to the same den in which he was born.
All at once, Swab knew he'd found the cure for what ailed him. He just needed a good long winter's nap.
Now, there already happened to be one resident here, a packrat that had staked himself a little quarter section.
Not far away was a pair of wolverines that had been apartment hunting. This young couple had decided on a certain place they'd staked out last summer.
Just a couple.
Ow.
Heat.
The Wolverines decided they'd got a lot more bear than they'd bargain for. He could just have the whole den.
Considering the circumstances, the packrat figured he wouldn't even take time to pack.
There just wasn't room enough for him and that bear, too.
And so at last, Wob began his long sleep. It would last all through the storms of the high country winter.
The seasons changed, and now the fourtoed bear left his mark upon the land.
It was a pattern that repeated again and again as the seasons completed their cycles and became years.
The fourth winter came and passed and another spring. This time it was a new awakening for Wob.
He weighed nearly 800 lb now, a young giant just moving into early adulthood.
Today, the male grizzly's instinct to wander told him it was time to leave the familiar valley.
Then on this day, in early summer, he moved into the headwater valley of the Grey Bull River.
It was early the next morning that W began what would be a day of learning.
Actually, he was looking for food, not education.
This was a typical Indian wolf trap set.
A chunk of bait above, a circle of traps below. The wolves were on their toes though, too smart to take the bait.
To wob, it sounded like something interesting.
The wolves were more than willing to move back and let this newcomer move in on their problem.
Wobb was about to learn that in the wilderness, a free meal generally has a catch to it.
To a bear, a wolf trap is just a nuisance. But Wob would never forget the scent of steel or the fact that traps mean trouble.
Curly. 18 seconds. Pound a face up.
>> Be right back.
>> On the long ride home from his trapping trip, it seems Moi's horse had picked up a problem.
What's going on over there?
>> Oh, a little friendly war between the Indians and us.
>> Drew a shoe.
>> There's the last of that wolf pack.
I'm glad we got rid of that bunch of cattle killers.
>> Yes, sir.
>> But I'm going to have the boys fence off some of that timberland just the same.
>> Oh, >> pretty wild back in there.
>> I saw a grizzly.
>> A grizzly, huh? Too bad you couldn't get a shot at him.
>> Could have, but I wanted to make sure of the wolves, sir.
>> Anyway, he was hightailing it for the mountains.
>> Good. Good. Let's hope he keeps right on going.
>> If he doesn't, I'm going to be real disappointed in my grandfather.
>> Your grandfather?
>> Remember that cub we knocked in the river a couple years back?
>> Yeah, I remember.
>> He had four toes on his right hand foot.
>> The grizzly I saw today left the four to track.
Now, how could you know how many toes that cub had? We lost him in the river.
>> Yes, sir. But I found him the next day and I got to thinking about my grandfather and totems and legends and the first thing I knew I had that cub hog tied and was heading for high country.
Turned him loose up there.
Moi, sometimes I wonder if you're not more medicine man than cattleman.
Times I wonder myself, sir.
A couple of days later, Moki's fence setting project was well underway in charge of a cowhand named Shorty Russell. Shorty had a lot of sterling qualities, but hard work wasn't one of them.
The ranch wagon wasn't due to pick him up just yet, and the way Shorty saw it wasn't any use wasting good Susan time.
By now, Wobb was already deep in ranch country, and this just happened to be his day for pushing over trees.
So far, Wobb had down three pines and one aspen. But he wasn't getting anywhere with this bunch of birches.
Well, now this little single file forest seemed just made to order.
Wob had never seen trees like these before, but the shorter they came, the quicker they fell.
Now, there is no denying that all grizzlies are unpredictable and potentially dangerous. Wobb was no exception. But today, he was in a particularly good mood. A lot more curious than Canankeras.
Too bad there was nobody around to tell Shorty that you could get away.
Help.
Hey.
One was a little puzzled by all these ups and downs. Still, Shorty's performance couldn't have been more sincere.
Maybe this critter had stay put if he buried it.
Looks like Shorty got tired again.
Come on.
Hey, Shorty. Shorty, where are you?
Here. Here.
Grizzly.
Grizzly.
There's a grizzly. There's a grizzly. It is a grizzly.
Let's get out of here.
Stop. Wait. Let me Come on. Hurry up.
Thanks a lot, boys.
Slow down.
Wait for me.
There he was. As close as you and me.
Mean little red eyes and a big mouth full of teeth. That long, right? If I hadn't played dead, I'd be inside a live bare skin right now.
>> Yes, sir. I'm mighty lucky to be alive.
>> All right, Shorty. We've all heard it four times now. You boys better get back to work. Curly, take shorty over to my office and give him a couple of shots of brave maker and then you get back on that fencing.
>> Some guys do anything for a free drink.
>> Willie Angus, you unload that bob wire.
>> Boom.
What was that all about?
>> Shorty and a boy is supposed to be setting fence.
>> Well, they were setting fence, but they ran into a little trouble.
>> What kind of trouble?
>> Grizzly trouble.
>> What happened?
>> Well, your grizzly friend who was hightailing it for the mountains doubled back and jumped shorty.
>> Shorty get hurt? No, but only because he had sense enough to play dead. So, the KC ranch has bear traps. You borrow them and spread them all over that bench country.
>> I'd rather do it with a rifle, sir.
>> We've got a ranch to run. We don't have time to waste, nor man to risk trying to track down one grizzly. Now, are you going to be a cattleman, Moi, or blood brother to a bear?
I'll get the traps.
>> For Wob, trouble was still 20 m and several days away. And for the immediate future, mother nature had a more pleasant plan. To get things started, she arranged for Wob to go fishing and also to make an easy catch.
So far so good. But he hadn't caught his limit yet. Well, there were plenty of fish in this stream. And as it turned out, there was another bear in the forest, too.
This young female grizzly had wandered up from down south. Back home, they didn't have anything like this big, handsome hunk of bear.
It was plain to see he was a good provider, and the female figured it might lead to an introduction if she mosied down there and sampled that fish.
One look and his heart was so full he forgot his empty stomach.
Hey with grizzly bears, courtship and Mating usually last about 2 weeks. Then the male and the female go their separate ways.
For the first few days, all was sweetness and light for the happy couple.
But they would soon discover that already their road to romance was beset with trouble.
Although Moki found no pleasure in his task, still he used all his Indian skill in setting the bear traps. The deadly steel would be hidden in many cunning ways in many different places.
Three days passed and Wobb was still so wound up with love, the female was beginning to wonder if it'd ever run down.
Right now, she was in the mood for food.
And when she caught a promising scent, she set out to follow it up.
Bob had finally realized she was missing and he'd come back to get her just in time.
Wob was actually protecting his mate, although she didn't really believe it.
He remembered the scent of steel. And now he would expose the danger.
>> It was safe now to claim his prize, and Wob made it plain it would be lady's last.
Another day, another free meal. Bob had the hang of it now, and he didn't hesitate to move right in.
Of course, the female's plight was pitiful, but Wob wasn't about to change the rules.
And so it went throughout the forest. He would soon disarm all of Moi's bestlaid plans.
The last and cleverest trap was Moi's water set. The stream carried away all scent of man and steel.
It was the missing ingredients that made Wob even more suspicious.
The female was still hoping and wishing Wobb would hurry, but he was taking his time to puzzle this thing out.
As usual, Wob expected to claim the prize without argument, but not this time.
She was going to have a little talk with him about community property.
Well, that did it. Maybe there was a shortage of males back home, but she was heading south anyway. Down there, they knew how to treat a lady.
Wobb didn't know what he'd done wrong.
But whatever it was, he was anxious to apologize.
And so the female would pay a debt and save Wobb's life. Now she would lead him far from the guns and traps of the Grey Bowl country.
Four years passed and Colonel Pearson's empire grew in size and scope.
Now he took a harvest of timber from the forests and sank mines deep into his mountains.
But first and above all, his was still an empire of cattle.
White face grazed by the thousands in every corner of the Pearson range.
At ranch headquarters, the number of buildings and corral kept pace with the growing enterprise.
Today, a ramuda of horses was being gathered for the summer roundup.
Before this operation began, however, the foreman of the ranch was spending a few days in the high country, taking a typical Indian vacation. It was a vacation Moki would never forget.
Heat. Heat.
All right.
Machan Yang Nichi Machan Yang Nichi.
It couldn't happen, but it had.
The mystic moment had passed, but one fact remained. Never before had there been such a grizzly, except, of course, in his grandfather's wondrous legends.
>> Go in peace, oh my brother.
There were many long miles between the far reaches of the high country and the borders of Colonel Pearson's empire. And so it was 2 or 3 weeks before Wob wandered into this territory.
Now he had reached the fullness of his growth. He weighed 1,250 lb. A grizzly king accustomed to going where he wanted to go whether the way was barred or not.
Now, wobb. Bob was on a one-way trail to trouble. Just a mile or so from here, the big summer roundup was well underway.
>> For the past week, from every corner of the grazing lands, the white-faced cattle had been herded toward the holding grounds. Here, they were counted and culled and selected, some for marketing, some to be held for future breeding stock.
help.
In the nearby foothills at the mouth of a small canyon, was a typical roundup camp presided over by a typical cowboy cook named Slim.
Right now, Slim was doing his usual job in his usual way. And some distance farther up the canyon, Shorty Russell was doing Wrangler duty in his usual way.
Beyond Shorty was the Renuda of spare horses.
Beyond that was a corral full of extra select white-faced cattle. And beyond that was wobb.
For a few moments the bull was very brave.
Oh, Hey, you know, hold on.
Hey. Hey. Who there?
Oh Heat up here.
Heat.
Heat.
Heat.
Heat.
Grizzly.
It's a great big grizzly.
>> Head for those trees.
>> Can grizzlies climb trees?
>> You better hope not.
Get off my head.
Let go of my foot and stop pushing higher.
As high as you can go. Yeah. Start shooting.
That's my guitar.
The little stampede boiled out of the foothills, hit the main herd, and the whole roundup headed for parts unknown.
ho towards the drop. Oh, left there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Here he comes.
Look at the size of him.
Shoot him. I'm out of bullets.
Wob had finally shaken off the last of his aggressive anger. Now all he felt was that old compulsion to push.
That's my chunk wagon.
It took 2 days of hard work before the Roundup operation got back to the branding stage again.
By now, Colonel Pearson was determined to eliminate the cause of his trouble.
But first, he would stop by to get a full report from Moki.
>> Well, >> between 15 and 20 had lost for sure, and we're still shy, maybe 50 more. The boys should round them up before nightfall.
>> Yeah, see that they do. Then finish up this roundup. I'll see you back at the ranch after I finish a job.
>> H >> I'm going to get that grizzly >> alone, Colonel.
>> Yeah, alone.
>> It isn't exactly a one-man job, sir. I could go with you.
>> You just take care of my ranch and I'll take care of your grizzly.
lady to a cowboy.
The campfire is home.
When twilight spreads over the prairie and the sunset has faded from sight.
When the cares of the day have drifted away and the doggies bed down for the night.
When the last shadow falls and the first coyote calls your love to a cowboy, the campfire is home.
shorty.
>> Yeah.
>> Ramrod this gear back to the ranch first thing in the morning.
>> You going someplace?
>> Mhm.
>> Tonight?
>> That's right. When you coming back?
>> Couldn't say.
>> What's that? Moi.
Yep.
>> Is he going somewhere?
>> Yep.
>> When's he coming back?
Couldn't say.
It was midm morning the next day and the colonel was still combing the little canyons and creeks above the benchlands without much success. Now he picked up a first sign, a broken twig. Of course, it could have been caused by any animal.
But a little farther on, the sight of the fourtoed print told him he was at last on the right track.
For a time, it was fairly easy to follow the sign, and the colonel was slowly closing the gap on the trail of the grizzly.
At the same time, a master of tracking was rapidly closing the gap on the Colonel's trail.
About a mile away, Wob was moving into another type of terrain, a little mountain meadow, lush and green and somehow vaguely familiar.
This heap of forest rubble was all that remained of the honey tree. There were only a few grubs here now, but anything and everything was still claimed by the same king grizzly.
So this would be a test of might for the right to rule.
Hello.
Heat.
All at once, it was over. for the one-time king. Defeat and retreat.
Somewhere far from here, the other bear would live as a subject. and Wobb the new king would select a marking tree and make the sign that said all this wilderness was now his territory.
The rage and fury of battle was still burning in the giant bear when the first invader appeared in his new domain.
No way.
Oh, with nothing else to guide him. The colonel could only guess and scout in the direction the bear seemed to have gone.
But Wob hadn't gone. With the incredible cunning of an angry hunted grizzly, he had doubled back and hidden at the base of the ridge.
And now he was exactly where he wanted to be, behind his unsuspecting quarry.
Bob was patient but relentless. He would follow and wait.
Moi was moving up fast on the Colonel's trail. Now he spotted the first sign of danger.
The bear track on top of the hoof print told him the whole story.
The three shots were intended as a warning, but the colonel took them to be a distress signal.
All the forces were in motion now and the stage was set for the final confrontation.
I love you.
down here in the gully.
>> Am I glad to see you?
>> Are you all right? Yeah, I twisted my ankle. That grizzly backtracked me.
>> Yeah, I know.
>> Never mind about me. Get the rifle. He's still around here somewhere.
>> Okay.
You'll never stop him with that.
>> Maybe I won't have to.
I don't Moi.
Moi, come on. Let's get out of here.
Get the rifle.
There. He'll come out right there.
Give me the gun.
>> Colonel, I know Mogi.
You said the magic words and the bear went away because he's your brother.
We each have our totem. Moi, that grizzly is yours, but the cattle are mine.
>> I'm sorry, but there's no other way, >> Colonel. He's showing us a way. He won't come back to the great bowl.
>> Do you know that?
>> Worry makes a mark, he stays.
Colonel.
Does he mean that much to you?
Well, come on. Let's go home.
And so once again the Indian and his brother the bear had met in peace just as the great spirit had commanded they should. And now at last Mosamsiwab would take his rightful place as king of the grizzlies. And he would reign supreme in this high mountain wilderness for all the years of his
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