Across the Wide Missouri

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This is my country,

This is where I was born.

The first 9 years of life

I spent in this Indian village

with many of my mother's people, but

most important with my father.

This man is my father.

This is like I knew him best.

My Dad wasn't just one man named

Flint Mitchell he was a breed of men,

mountain man who lived

and died in America.

He use to tell me about these

men he knew

Men who walked the Indian trails and blaze

new one's for no men been ever before.

Man who found lakes,

rivers and meadows,

Man who found paths to the west

and the western seas,

Who roamed Prairies and mountains and plateaus

that are now states ,

Man who search for beaver

and found glory

Man who died un named

and found immortality.

My father always began story

by

telling me about meeting place

of the mountaineers,

This is where they met every July

after year of caraping in the Rockies.

Here they cashed in their furries

caught up on their drinking,

In the fighting, in the gambling in the fun.

And the girls.

They lived hard and they played hard

Winner is the man who gets the

most shoots on his mark in a minute.

Ready

fire

Shooting competetion was

not for marksmanship

The competetion was for speed.

speed of reloading,

which was not easy

thing in those days

Powder and ball cap and,

ramp rod.

A man's life of a mountain man's life

didn't always dependes on his hitting the target,

depended on how fast he could get ready

for the next shot.

If by accident he miss the first time,

He have to be sure

he had a second chance.

Mr. Chennault, this gathering

is a unique in my experience.

Where they all come from?

Captain Lyon,they come from

beyond the maps.

One of the strangers took my

My father's friends was Captain Lyon,

He was a Scottish man, a veteran

of Waterloo.

He came to the Rockies with a double barrel gun

a whole suit of armor,

and a man who would paint pictures

of all that he saw

So that the captain would ever had

a record of his adventures.

Yes, with pleasure.

But put him on now.

"Outside? Too bad.

- Mr. Chennault.

- No, no you does not drink.

- Please Mr. Chennault.

- No.

You owe me money.

Do you have money to pay me?

- He knows I have nothing.

- Of course.

Sorry. Forget it. I am

trader, I do charity.

What a unkind.

Among French ...

All I ask is a cup,

What it costs?

I'll pay you next week.

I need ...

When the 7 stars arealigned with the

mountain peak she will be in the willows.

- Gowie, Gowie.- yes sir!

7 stars willows remind me

- Are you sure its done here?

- don't be silly, ladies choice.

- I think they speak red Indians?

- Yes, all:
Pie Black, Nez Perce ...

- Do you work for the company?

- oh no mr.i am free .

On his own. he owes me

$ 600. of me.

yeah i'll pay you back someday maybe.

Do not forget, Mr. Chennault,

That once i was a rich and influential man .

You might use him, Captain.

I could show you some good shooting.

- Thank you, sir.

- What's your name?

Pierre Alphonse Marie Joseph Victorof Promusenne,

the Framboise.but you may call me Pierre

- Have a drink, Pierre.

- Oh, Captain.

This perticular summer my father was

buying horses and recruiting

The best men to go with him to

the Blackfoot territory

A new and rich country my father have to explore.

it was a lot of Beavers to be hang

And lots of beavers meant lots of money.

Have you see any better horses place captain

I find these very happy

This lady's name was Kamiah,

She was a full blooded Black foot Indian.

She was proud, strong

and beautiful.

She's not a snake girl.

These Nez Perce bring her up mighty strict.

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