I looked at him, and
answered, “Of course I have. I write about mountain men.”
He gave me a look of
pure incredulity. “You have?”
Well, apparently he’d
just finished watching a documentary on the history channel or one of the
science channels about Hugh Glass. I pulled out one of my favorite resource
books, The Mountain Men, by George Laycock, and opened it to one of many
dog-eared pages.
I have wanted to use
some aspect of Hugh Glass’ incredible tale in one of my novels, but the story
is so fantastic, I don’t think it would even work in a work of fiction.
The story of Hugh
Glass has to be one of the most amazing stories of survival in the history of
the west. The man practically became a legend in his own time.
He’d
led a life as a pirate before he decided to become a fur trapper in the early
1820’s at the age of 40. He signed on with William Ashley and Andrew Henry, who led an
expeditions up the Missouri River in 1823. When they reached the Grand River
near today’s Mobridge, South Dakota, they left their boats to head toward the
Yellowstone on land.
During this journey,
in which many of Ashley’s men were killed by Arikara Indians, Hugh Glass
surprised a grizzly sow and her two cubs. He was away from the rest of his
party at the time, and the grizzly attacked him before he was able to shoot his
rifle. He fought the bear with his bare hands (no pun intended) and a knife,
and nearly killed it, but he was badly mauled during the fight.
His companions heard
his screams and came running. They found a bloody and badly maimed Glass. He was
barely alive, with the grizzly lying on top of him. They killed the bear and
pulled Hugh’s body from underneath her.
Everyone knew that
there was no hope for their friend. They bandaged him as best as they could,
and waited for him to die. The danger of Indians discovering them was a
constant fear, and Hugh’s moans and cries of pain would certainly give them
away. William Henry decided their group needed to move on. It wasn’t worth
risking their lives for one dying man. He asked for a couple of volunteers to
stay behind and bury Glass properly once he died.
John Fitzgerald and Jim Bridger agreed and immediately began digging the grave. They waited.
Three days later, Glass was still alive. Fearful of Indians, Fitzgerald persuaded Bridger that they should leave and follow their comrades to the
Yellowstone.
Fitzgerald picked up
Glass's rifle, knife and other equipment and dumped him into the open grave.
They threw a bearskin over him and shoveled in a thin layer of dirt and leaves,
leaving Glass for dead.
But
Glass did not die. It’s not known how much time passed, but he regained
consciousness. He was alone and without weapons in hostile Indian territory. He
had a broken leg and his wounds were festering. His scalp was almost torn away
and the flesh on his back had been ripped away so that his rib bones were
exposed. The nearest help was 200 miles away at Ft. Kiowa. His only protection
was the bearskin hide.
Glass
set his own broken leg and began crawling toward the Cheyenne River about 100
miles away. Feverish and fighting infection, he was often unconscious. It is
said that he used maggots to eat away his infected flesh. Then, according to
legend (or tall tale at this point, take your pick) he woke up to find a grizzly
licking his maggot-infested wounds which could very well have saved him from
further infection.
Glass survived mostly
on wild berries and roots. On one occasion he was able to drive two wolves from
a downed bison calf and eat the raw meat.
According
to Glass's own account he only stayed alive to seek revenge, that he wanted to kill the men who had left
him for dead.
It
took Glass two months to crawl to the Cheyenne River, where he built a raft
which carried him downstream to Ft. Kiowa on the Missouri.
After
he was nursed back to health over many months, Glass set out to kill the two
men who had left him for dead. He found Bridger at a fur trading post on the
Yellowstone River but didn't kill him because Bridger was only 19 years old,
and just following Fitzgerald’s orders. Glass later found Fitzgerald but changed
his mind about killing him because Fitzgerald had joined the Army.
Glass
eventually returned to the Upper Missouri where he died in 1833 in a battle
with hostile Arikaras Indians.
The
story of Hugh Glass has been made into a movie "A Man in the
Wilderness" in 1971 staring Richard Harris and John Huston, a moderately
accurate film. A novel, "Lord Grizzly" also recounts and embellishes
the story.
Talk about a tough guy! As far as including him in fiction, I agree--you'd get creamed for implausibility. But every time I run across his name, well, I'm tempted. Um, you first. :)
ReplyDeletehahaha, Jacquie. I don't think his story would work in a romance novel. I did write about a bear mauling in one of my books, but it wasn't the hero who got mauled. I'll just leave this one alone....
ReplyDeleteI saw that same documentary. I hadn't known about Glass before, but had heard of Jim Bridger. Those Scotsmen were tough (and probably still are, at least my Scots descendant husband is). Great post, Peggy.
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