Man in the Wilderness

Come on, get up!

Get up!

We'll never make it back to the river

pulling this hulk.

- Why do we do it?

- For gold, that's why.

Them beaver pelts are solid gold.

I'm sorry, sir. I missed mine.

Maybe my gun ain't sighted proper.

I know.

You got a lead on a running animal.

Ain't that right, Mr. Bass?

Sorry, sir.

Sorrow never helped anyone, boy.

Take that one back to camp.

The other can't be far.

Captain Henry!

Captain Henry!

Come on, you louts.

Come on. Give me that gun.

Ferris. Where's Ferris?

The barber,

he went back for his tools.

Ferris! Ferris!

Coming, Captain Henry.

I thought we was being attacked

by those bleeding Indians again.

I've brought me kit in case

one of those ignorant gits got hurt.

Oh. Bass.

At least he's left us enough meat

to get to the river.

- He's good as dead, sir.

- Sew him up.

Sir, I'm a surgeon,

not a bloody undertaker.

So long as God's breath is left in him...

All right, Captain.

I'll sew him up, make him look pretty.

He ain't going to look like new.

Here, some of you pork-knockers,

help me get him down near the water.

Take it easy, lads.

He's only got one more river to cross.

Charon's waiting.

Come on, then.

This one's all right.

Look at his chest.

How come a good hunter like Zach

tangled with a bear?

For a man who fought the demon whale,

to be killed by a grizzly...

He went in the brush

after a gut-shot critter.

Eh?

Well, it was my shot.

It was just too high.

Well?

Broken leg, sir,

three busted ribs, umpteen abrasions.

And he's lost enough blood

to drain a barrel.

Don't know what's keeping him breathing.

Oh, here's Zach's map

what we're traveling by, sir.

We must move on or the Indians will start

making our decisions for us.

Two years' work will go for nothing.

Zach's good as dead.

Can't risk all our lives staying here.

You're not going to leave him here alive,

are you, sir?

I want two men to stay behind

and bury him.

Here, give me the book.

I want two men to stay behind

and bury him.

Maybe it was partly my fault.

That's a...

- That's a rare fine rifle of Zach's, Captain.

- I'll take that rifle.

Well, can I have what's left?

You'd take the pennies

off your dead mother's eyes, Fogarty.

What are you squalling about? Eh?

It's me going on the line, ain't it?

Me and the kid!

All right. That's enough. Move out.

- Well, what if he ain't dead by morning?

- Kill him.

- Did Zach have any kin, sir?

- None he ever spoke of.

Lowrie,

I want you to say some words

over Zach's grave.

Say, "Zach fought against life all his life.

"Now his fight's with you, God."

That's where he always figured it was,

anyhow.

Repeat that.

"Zach fought against life all his life.

Now his fight's with you, God."

Cholera, it is God's

curse on sinners.

Then there's the son.

What sins would he be committing

at his age?

The poor little dolt.

Now he's an orphan.

He'll be a stranger in a strange land.

Are you going to let

the lad see his mother off?

Well, in God's name, it's his right, isn't it?

Zachary!

Zachary!

Zachary!

Zachary!

Let me in, Zachary. Open the door.

Nobody's going to hurt you now.

And, therefore,

commit her body to the deep,

turn into corruption,

looking for the resurrection of the body

when the sea shall give up her dead,

in the life of the world to come.

Through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who at his coming

shall change our vile body

that it may be like his glorious body

according to the mighty working, whereby

he is able to subdue all things to himself.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- It was God's will.

- Aye. It was God's will.

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