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Hugh Glass: The Truth Behind the Revenant Legend

6/12/2006 • Wild West Magazine

Every man there knew Hugh Glass was a gone ‘coon.’ They had only to look at what little the she-grizzly’s 3-inch claws had left of the old trapper. At least what they could make out through the blood, which was everywhere. To look at his shredded scalp…face…chest…arm…hand. To see how she’d chewed into his shoulder and back. They had only to listen to the blood bubble from the rip in his throat with his every breath. What astonished them was that he breathed at all. Again. And yet again.

Tough as they’d found the old coon (a term mountain men used to describe themselves) to be that summer of 1823 as they challenged the Upper Missouri tribes to reach the beaver streams, Major Andrew Henry and his nine trappers would have been incredulous if they’d known how indestructible Glass and his story have proved to be. That he would become the subject of controversy would not have surprised them. That some men would call him a liar and accuse him of slandering a gallant comrade might have puzzled them. The notion that Hugh Glass was about to crawl into American legend, to become an epic hero of story and poem, would have made them laugh.

He was going to die. Any minute now. Any fool could see that.

Hostile natives had already finished off 17 of their brigade. Arikara (also known as Ree) Indians had killed 15 in a June 2 attack that forced them off their Missouri River keelboats and–that route to the mountains closed–set them trudging west up the Grand River valley. August was two-thirds gone, yet several of them still nursed scars from that battle, including Old Glass, who’d taken a ball in his thigh. That hadn’t stopped him, but the grizzly had finally done him in.

He was old compared to most of his fellow mountain men. Nearing or in his early 40s, Glass was old enough to be the father of young men like Jim Bridger, who was beginning his second year as a trapper. But they called him ‘old’ with a measure of affection and respect. He was a loner, who often insisted on going his own way. His willful foray up the draw for ripe plums, which had ended in ‘Old Ephraim’s’ embrace, was typical. But his skill and courage had served them all well. Tall and powerfully built, he wasn’t a man to run from a fight.

One or two of the somber group that ringed his dying ground thought Glass deserved to lose this battle. He’d exposed them all to greater risk. The U.S. Army had made a sham of punishing the Arikara village for the devastating June attack. If a couple of frustrated trappers hadn’t torched the Arikara village on their own, the Rees could have laughed in their faces. They were uncowed and on the prod. Henry had ordered his small crew to stick close together as they hurried cross-country toward his fur post on the Yellowstone River. He allowed only two designated hunters and wanted no unnecessary gunfire.

Yet even with those precautions, they’d lost two more men in a recent night attack. Two others suffered wounds. When the attacking warriors proved to be usually friendly Mandans, the trappers knew the Ree contempt was spreading–Assiniboines, Sioux and Hidatsas could well emulate the Blackfeet, who already considered any white man fair game. To draw attention could be to die. The gunshots needed to finish the grizzly and her two yearlings echoed through the gully. So, too, did the screams of Glass. They had to get their 18th fatality underground and move. Now!

But this corpse was still breathing.

Hugh Glass Drawing
Hugh Glass Drawing
Others, watching, remembered Glass’ quick and effective response to the Arikara guns. Afterward, he’d nursed the wounded, especially young John Gardner. Knowing he was dying, Gardner had entrusted Glass with his last message to his family back in Virginia. Somewhere in his shadowy past, Glass had gained enough education to express himself clearly and gracefully in writing. He had proved more than equal to this sensitive task.

‘My painful duty it is to tell you of the deth of y[ou]r son…,’ Glass wrote the young man’s father. ‘He lived a short while after he was shot and asked me to inform you of his sad fate. We brought him to the ship where he soon died. Mr. Smith a young man of our company made a powerful prayer wh[ich] moved us all greatly and I am persuaded John died in peace….’

But the scribe himself would not oblige and follow. They tore strips from shirts and bound up his wounds as best they could, sure he’d be dead by morning. When the sun woke them, though, he still breathed.

The saga of Hugh Glass must be pieced together from accounts written by several of his contemporaries, each with varying details. Respected mountain man George C. Yount recorded in his memoirs that he talked with Glass directly, as well as with a trapper named Allen (Hiram Allen was one of Major Henry’s 1823 brigade) and a later Glass cohort of record named Dutton.

Allen recalled that Major Henry ordered branches cut for a litter and that they carried the groaning, blood-wrapped man two days or more. Whatever distance, it was too little, too painful and it took too long. Near the forks of the Grand River (in present-day South Dakota), the trappers reached a grove of trees that sheltered a spring-fed stream, and Henry faced facts. He could lose all his men trying to prolong the life of one already as good as dead.

They’d leave Glass here to recover, if he could, or die in peace. But the major needed two volunteers to stay until the expected happened and give Hugh a decent burial. It couldn’t be long. Then they could catch up. The company would pay each a bonus worth several month’s wages. He waited. Neither trapper Allen nor the experienced Moses Harris found the bonus worth risking his scalp for. There was dead silence.

Finally a man spoke up and then another–John S. Fitzgerald and 19-year-old Jim Bridger. Although he was the youngest of them all, Bridger had to support both himself and his younger sister with his wages. Whether inspired by practicality, compassion, or youthful optimism born of inexperience, Bridger accepted the charge. Before either could change his mind, Henry and the other seven hurried away.

Fitzgerald and Bridger were alone, except for the blood-caked, wheezing apparition at their feet. They could do nothing for him except administer a few drops of water and wave off the flies. Dusk came, then dark, then dawn. Every hour increased their risk. They could do nothing for themselves except watch anxiously for Indian sign and dig the grave so all was ready. Another day, another night. Their odds of catching up with the others shrank.

Through yet another sunrise Hugh Glass’ wispy breaths bound them to their dangerous camp as efficiently as a spider’s silk bound captured flies. And as fatally. Fitzgerald began to argue for moving on. The man was in his death sweats, but it was taking him forever. They’d stayed far longer than Henry expected, risked far more. It was time to save themselves. No one would blame them.

Eventually the younger man agreed. Quickly they collected their gear. But as Fitzgerald packed up, he proved he was intent on saving something more than his life. He also wanted both the bonus and his reputation. That required they tell Henry that Old Glass was dead and buried. And in the grave, Glass had no use for a rifle. Or powder and shot. Or his knife. Or his possibles sack with flint and steel. If they didn’t take all his fixins, someone was sure to ask why. In the mountains, you didn’t waste valuable gear on a corpse.

If Bridger was repelled by applying such logic to a corpse that not only was warm but also still drew breath and moaned now and again, he failed to raise convincing arguments against it. They moved the invalid to within reach of water and, certain his days of needing anything more were done, walked away, carrying every tool Hugh Glass possessed.

What they could not take away from him was more vital–his grit, his fury at their treachery, his will to survive and get revenge. The mind inside the battered head was on fire with fever, and he sank in and out of consciousness. He was close to death, but he’d been there before, and fortune had never left him completely on his own hook. He’d lived through scrapes those cowards had never dreamed of.

His trail should have ended half a dozen years earlier in that Pawnee village. He could remember the heat from his partner’s body after their Skidi Pawnee captors hung him up, shot hundreds of pine slivers into his skin and turned him into a human torch. Glass was to be the next sacrifice to the morning star. But when his turn came, something inspired him to fish a packet of vermilion from his pocket and calmly present it to the chief. The unexpected gift of the rare and valued red powder transformed this white man from a sacrifice into a favored son. He’d learned a lot in his years with the Pawnees.

Now, Glass faced an even greater survival test. In lucid moments, he reached for water, and as he became more aware he stripped buffalo berries from an overhanging bush. Crushing them in a palm full of water, he managed to get some down his damaged throat. For several days he could do no more. Then fortune found him, and he woke to see a torpid rattlesnake nearby. Glass stretched for a sharp-edged rock and killed the snake. Using the rock, or perhaps his razor (accounts vary), he shakily skinned the rattler and chopped the raw meat fine enough to get it down.

Gaining strength from the meat, he decided it was time. He rolled to his knees, but quickly discovered he could not stand. To follow his betrayers west over rough, rising country was not possible. But he had one good arm, one good leg. The nearest help would be back on the Missouri at the French fur post of Fort Kiowa. He began to crawl downstream. He put a yard, than another, behind him. When one of his feeble, quivering limbs collapsed, he rested until it could hold his weight again. Then crawled on.

His nose was close to the clay, but that’s where his food was also. Pawneelike, he dug for breadroot and robbed nests of eggs. When he came across a buffalo carcass, he hunted bones green enough, cracked them open and scraped and sucked the nourishing marrow. The yards stretched to rods, then a mile, then two a day. Focusing on what was possible, he refused to believe his goal was impossible–even though the fur post lay 250 miles away.

When a wolf pack downed a buffalo calf near where he crouched, he hungrily watched them devour about half the animal. He then bluffed the wolves away from the remains and gratefully gulped down whatever bits of liver, guts and heart they’d missed. The flesh was rich with blood; he needed all he could get. For the next few days he ate, rested, grew stronger. His torn back, which he could not reach to clean, festered and became infested with maggots. His other wounds were gradually draining, scabbing over, beginning to heal. When he headed on, it was on two feet–again a man.

Hugh Glass Map
Hugh Glass Map
Before he reached the Missouri, nights were sharp with October’s frost. Somewhere along the river, perhaps on a sidetrip north to scavenge for corn in fields the Arikaras had abandoned, he met up with a party of Sioux on the move. In a good-natured mood, the Sioux took the tenacious cripple in, cleaned his back wound and helped him downriver to Fort Kiowa.

Glass took only a day or two to tell his story of betrayal and recruit his strength. The French company was sending a pirogue up the Missouri as far as the Mandan villages, hoping to reopen the long-established trade. Glass signed for a new outfit, gratefully hefting the new rifle that would give him vengeance, and hitched a ride. They’d put him that much nearer Fort Henry at the mouth of the Yellowstone.

Glass eagerly anticipated a confrontation upriver with his betrayers, but the French trappers were on edge. The Mandans had let Rees resettle in their unused adjacent village. Whose side were the Mandans on now? Did they offer trade or a trap? On October 15, 1823, the French leader wrote his last will and testament.

Of the seven men in that boat, only Hugh Glass and interpreter Toussaint Charbonneau reached the villages alive. Charbonneau, possibly anticipating trouble, had gone on ahead, and fortune had again nudged Hugh. He was ashore hunting at the critical moment Arikaras attacked the pirogue. Even then it was a close thing, for he did stumble into a group of Rees. He was losing his hobbling race for cover when one or two Mandan warriors chose to cheat the Rees of their prey and whisked Glass up on horseback and away to safety.

It was November 20 and safety was relative. Glass was still determined to reach Henry’s post. The Columbia Fur Company manned tiny Fort Tilton between the again-friendly Mandans and the unpredictable Rees, but the Rees kept them well corralled. The traders were amazed at Glass’ story, but if he insisted on going farther, the only help they could offer was to ferry him to the east side of the river where he was less apt to run into Rees. The 250-mile trek to the Yellowstone’s mouth, where Fort Henry sheltered his quarry, he had to make on his own.

He was used to that. But arcing northwest, he faced into numbing arctic winds and needed every skill to find food enough to keep his body going. He trudged riverbottom when he could, ranged the gale-swept buttes when he had to. The days had totaled nearly a month when he looked across the confluence and saw the walls of Fort Henry. He rafted over on two logs tied together with bark, but as he approached he must have realized the chimneys were smokeless, the corral empty, the stockade cold and deserted. Whatever despair he felt, it was not long before he moved on to more useful action. Finding sign that Major Henry and his men had headed south up the Yellowstone, he doggedly followed.

The year 1823 was giving way to 1824 when Glass staggered up to the pickets of the new stockade the major had built at the mouth of the Bighorn River. No cannon boomed a welcome. No one threw open the gate. The men inside, warm and woozy from passing the New Year’s keg, focused in disbelief on the emaciated ruin. What could be only a gaunt, frozen corpse walked into their midst carrying a rifle. Terror gripped their hearts. But only for a moment. This corpse talked. Identified himself. Incredible as it was, he was Old Hugh Glass. Tension melted into relief, celebration, a barrage of questions.

Except for one man. Young Jim Bridger still stood frozen in shock and fear. Then, as the questions were answered, he became shamefaced. By the time Glass’ recital peaked at the betrayal that had goaded him more than 1,000 miles–the vengeance he had struggled so far to enjoy–the young trapper was such a piteous sight that Glass could not bring himself to cock his rifle. Whatever words Glass actually used, his meaning was clear. Bridger knew he’d done wrong. His punishment would come from his own conscience. He was forgiven. John Fitzgerald–older, more treacherous — was another issue altogether. Glass still had some vengeance on his mind. Fitzgerald was the one who had convinced young Bridger to leave him–bear-battered but still breathing–at the Grand River. Where was that gutless varmint?

It was Glass’ turn to be rocked. Fitzgerald was gone. He’d quit the mountains and left in mid-November with Moses Harris and a third trapper. They’d been rowing down the Missouri as Glass was coming up. Somewhere along the way, the betrayer, who still held Glass’ treasured rifle, had crossed his path unseen. Fitzgerald was probably at Fort Atkinson by now.

On February 28, 1824, Glass started on his trail again, an eager volunteer to carry an express back to the States. He and a trapper named Dutton traveled with E. More, A. Chapman, and a man named Marsh south to the Platte River, where they built one or two bullboats. They pushed off, intending to boat down the Platte to the Missouri and Fort Atkinson. Seeing a large Pawnee encampment at the mouth of the Laramie River, they stopped to barter for food. Dutton waited in a boat with the guns while Glass and the others went to parley with Glass’ old friends. But they had hardly sat down when Glass caught a word or two spoken with a strange inflection. These were not Pawnees, but their cousins–whose village lay in ashes back on the Missouri.

Hugh Glass Marker
Hugh Glass Marker
‘These are Rickarees!’ Glass shouted. The men dived for the door and scattered, running, then swimming for their lives. On the far bank, Glass scrambled behind some rocks, from where he saw Moore and Chapman cut down. He lost track of the others. He hunkered down and waited for dark, then slipped away. Again alone he turned toward the Missouri, 400 miles east.

Sometime in May, Dutton and Marsh reached Fort Atkinson, where they reported sadly that their party of five had been attacked on the Platte by Arikaras, who’d killed Moore, Chapman and Glass.

They had underestimated Old Glass again. ‘Although I had lost my rifle and all my plunder, I felt quite rich when I found my knife, flint and steel in my shot pouch,’ he said later. ‘These little fixins make a man feel right peart when he is three or four hundred miles from anybody or any place.’ Unarmed, he decided to leave the Platte and veer north to Fort Kiowa, where he arrived early in June. A few days later he was at Fort Atkinson, telling his story and demanding Fitzgerald’s head and the rifle Fitzgerald had stolen from him.

Fitzgerald was indeed there, but he had enlisted in April, and the Army declined to let a civilian execute a soldier. Glass had to be satisfied with the knowledge he’d shamed his betrayer, a purse collected by sympathetic troopers, and the solid weight of his rifle again in his hand.

Before long, Glass joined a trading party heading for Santa Fe, and for nine more years he continued as a free trapper, always independent, living life on his own terms. Early in 1833, the Arikaras finally succeeded in ending that life when they caught him and two other trappers walking down the iced-over Yellowstone. When it was over, the Rees rode away, triumphantly bearing his long-cherished rifle. Had good fortune finally turned her head? Or, with age slowing his reactions and the end of the trapping era approaching, had she done him one last favor?


This article was written by Nancy M. Peterson and originally appeared in the June 2000 issue of Wild West.

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48 Responses to Hugh Glass: The Truth Behind the Revenant Legend

  1. Langdon Plaster says:

    I tell the tale of Hugh Glass weekly around a campfire at a Boyscout Mountain Man camp in Pulaski, Virginia. I am always interested to read another account of the tale. This version seems to hit all the major historical details of the attack and Glass’ pursuant saga.

  2. altonrussell says:

    great story. a little more detailed than most.
    I use this story in my storytelling list and it is always well received.

  3. Mike Glass says:

    A true man of the west when men were free and the U S was the “land of the free and home of the brave”. I wish we had more of those kind today. And yes this is my real name.

    • Russell C. says:

      Those people are not allowed in the new homogenized,pasteurized cosmopolitinized country we live in today. Hugh Glass would have been an uneducated brute or hick. He would have been laughed at and accused of marrying his sister. His rugged individualism would have been looked upon as a mental disorder. They would have tried to have him institutionalized and his right to own a firearm would have been stripped from him. We honor the herd mentality today not inalienable rights. This isn’t a Constitutional republic it is a disintegrating prison camp over run with debt and sycophants.

      • Heath says:

        Jaded much? C’mon now Russell C. There’s tons of places to go if you like the wilderness, it’s called Alaska, Montana, Dakotas etc.. and people like Hugh Glass are still here, they just don’t wear the trapper pioneer clothing anymore.

  4. Alice says:

    The story of Hugh Glass was recited to my 8th grade Science Class in Afton, Wyoming during the first few days of the school year. I don’t know why or what had provoked my teacher to tell it, but he told it in rich detail, in such a way that it has stayed with me for the past 38 years. A few years ago, I thought of the story and determined to find out if there was a book on the story. I found Hugh Glass, Mountain Man, by Robert M. McClung at our local library and checked it out. Eager for an exciting read-aloud for my children I started reading. This was an exciting rendition and as far as I can remember was accurate in the recitation of my science teacher. This was the best read aloud book I ever took on with my children which included two teenage boys about 14 and 16 years old at the time.

  5. Ashley says:

    Hello my name is Ashley, and my father’s name is Henry Glass, this story has been passed down in my family over the years and is thought to be that Hugh was one of my ancestors. This is one of the better stories ive read on here, knowing the facts that my family has passed down.

  6. Kathy Glass Thomas says:

    Hugh Glass was a my Great-Grandfather Samuel Glass’ brother according to some family records. He was born 1813-1815 in Stokes County North Carolina. He was remembered in the family book , The History of the Samuel Glass Family , as “Martin Densmore Glass son of Samuel Glass had an uncle named Hugh (an old bear hunter) and that he spent much time with this uncle during his teen years”.

    • Frankie Glass says:

      My Grandfather was Samuel Glass. Samuel was Hugh’ son. He left behind a family in Scranton PA. when he went out west. In the family records I have he was called Hugo. Also, what has never been pointed out is the fact he was Jewish. Something he hid. That is why he changed Hugo to Hugh.

  7. Hugh Glass says:

    Hi I am Hugh Glass. This happen to be my real name. My great-great uncle was Hugh Glass. My Dad named me Hugh to in the thought of my great-great uncle. Well this is a great story. I’ve heard different versions of this story and this is the best yet..

  8. Hugh Glass says:

    Unlike the post above a am the trapper known as old hug glass I was never killed and currently live with my best friend Rasputan. He’s angry because erry body thinks he is dead as well.

  9. […] everyone was appreciative of Bridger; Hugh Glass, who crawled back to civilization after being mauled by a bear, was left to die by Bridger, who thought his wounds too severe (and his equipment too tempting). […]

  10. Jerry Hutchison says:

    A 1971 movie starring Richard Harris and titled “Man in the Wilderness”, was based on what happened to Hugh Glass, his Grizzly encounter, recovery and trek back. Granted it is fictionalized somewhat, names changed, etc. along with a few other sub-plot problems, and understates what Hugh Glass went thru to survive, but overall is an gritty, haunting, interesting film with a strong supporting cast and beautifully photographed.

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  12. Billy says:

    Good story…I had heard it before but not in such detail and I didn’t know Bridger was one of the two that left him. I guess it was forgivable to leave him to die but not to take his gun and knife while he was still breathing.

  13. Roy preslar says:

    My Grandfather’s name is Hugh Glass, son of Scarley Glass both deceased now, but makes me wonder if our family tree descends from the mountain man.

  14. Brandon Tull says:

    Mr. Frankie Glass can you please email me at My wife is 5th greatgrand daughter of Hugh Glass and Glass is my mother in laws maiden name is Glass and shes from Ohio. Hugh photos look just her sons and brothers please contact any one else that can get us in touch please help Your B. R. Tull

  15. spage says:

    It’s ironic that im sitting here at Shadehill dam (the Forks of the Grand River reading this tale. I grew up in this area and I’m third generation. I’ve been over to the hill top several times where the Hugh Glass monument is, it’s very inspiring. Especially looking out over the countryside from up there. Reading the story and looking out over the land helps you imagine what he went through. He was as tough and determined as the people that live here. It’s a great story that I’ve shared with my kids, and other people over the years. He is what the United States use to be, resilient, self reliant, determined, eye for an eye, adventurous. Great, great story and an inspiration.

  16. kelli Glass says:

    Im proud to be his distant relative!

  17. Matthew Hensley says:

    I tell the Hugh Glass story in my 8th grade US History class in buckskins when I take my class to get a reading book for a book review. It is about the Rocky Mountain trappers and their toughness and self reliance. It is a great story and it is always well taken. I bring in beaver pelts and traps to talk about the fur trade. I am a first person interpreter for Lewis and Clark and so when I tell the story I do it in first person telling about the toughest, roughest mountain man in the Rockies.

  18. blog it fgt says:

    […] yet another historical badass…hugh glass fits the bill nicely. Near the forks of the Grand River in present-day Perkins County, in August […]

  19. […] McClung, very popular with my reluctant male readers, so I was delighted to see Nathan Hale retell Hugh’s story in graphic novel format. Woo-hoo! There’s also science-themed poetry and memoir among many […]

  20. Buzz Andy Glass says:

    Hey all you \Glasses\ out there, my great-great-great-great – grandfather’s uncle’s nephew was Hugh Glass. I know that everyone is saying they are descended from Hugh Glass, but they are LYING!!! I am the real and ONLY descendent of the AMAZING HUGH GLASS!!

    • denise duffey says:

      I think he had more than one descendant, other than his uncle, don’t you? Like my family. My mother remembers reading his journal that was in his trunk in their attic. Her mother was Grace Glass and her father was Benjamin Glass.

  21. RobertM says:

    Wow! Amazing story.

  22. tentantoes says:

    I’m not that tough! Think I’ll stay here in the tropics.

  23. Timothy Alden says:

    I just saw the new film :Revenant:,,,with Leonardo DiCaprio,,,was the story of Hugh Glass and he played it wonderfully… Go to,,,,click play and watch it now,Spectacular film and free..No uploading or downloading,and many other films posted..I appreciate this historic post,Enjoyed the read.Many kind regards to the poster..Timothy A

    • Frank says:

      This is nothing new. Since the 90s you could find theater movies to watch online. In December especially, a lot of the best ones get “leaked” to critics and such because it’s award season. The problem is the quality is never up to par with true HD. People like to say it is, but it’s always a little better than SD but not quite HD. I’ve had access to the revinent,star wars, hateful8, etc, since mid early-mid December but didn’t want to watch because those films deserve a true HD watch imo.

      • Timothy Alden says:

        I realized that,Just got excited reading this story,and maybe the one’s in the “Hugh Glass” kick,to here be familiarized with the real accurate story, then after going and watching the film where I watched it.I didnt mean to seem a bragger,lol,.Come’s out wrong in type.I do more as you mentioned,and go watch the classic’s on youtube.The earlier film,they had to “get it done” with the much different tool’s.My doctor was telling me how her kid’s like the older film’s and I asked if they watched “National Velvet”,With Elizabeth Taylor,Donald Crisp,Mickey Rooney..American/British Film.Some of those are great for all age’s and could watch them on Black&white and it would still knock one’s sock’s off.,lol,.I just plain out love film.But as you said,the newer film,The effect’s are just as amazing and some are best suited for theatre setting as it was meant.Folk’s are tired of paying $100+ a month for Tv channel’,..

  24. Timothy Alden says: <——-<<<< make sure,you'll regret if you dont.,lol,.Sometime's the films get posted before they are released here in United States..No virus's,no hassle..Some millionaire buy's the film right's and post's them for folks and every Monday and tuesday,he add's 4-8 new recent film's.Merry Christmas!!

    • Lynn says:

      You really think that movie studios ‘sell’ films’ rights to anyone, even a millionaire, so that they can be posted for free viewing/downloading on the internet..and are virus free?? Hilarious.

      • Timothy Alden says:

        USC did a investigation on the man,saying he is just buying the master’s,as if one would show in their theatre’s,but show’s them on his site.I’ve been watching there for 2 year’s,I never have virus’s and merely use the free Anti-spyware.I know like in “Revenant”,I watched it a month before it was released.I consider it like remembering in my youth,being hollared at by family for high phone bill’s,talking to girl’s from school.Then the web age changed the phone company’s for good.Soon enough,the same will be with Cable and dish network’s,everything will be on the mighty web..Youtube,one can go watch any of the classic film’s at will,this will be the new trend,and this gentlemen must be the start.Christmas eve at 10:46pm,He loaded “Star War’s The Force Awaken’s”,when there were still line’s here in the United State’s.My word,I dont have any virus’s.A Disc Jockey From Au gave me the site and I’ve been watching ever since.Nobody believe’s because it seem’s to good to be true,But it is.He get’s master disc’s from somewhere.I have been going through many spinal surgery’s in a row,and Id like to thank him because I would not of been able to view many of these film’s in the state Ive been in recovering.Id much rather set at home and enjoy these film’s.I am sure many will choose to go pay to watch these film’s,and some as myself,will enjoy them and be thankful as I am..

      • Timothy Alden says:

        At,the film’s have blocking on them,you cannot download them.Sometime’s Copyright banner’s float across the screen.I think that when the master’s get distributed for circulation out of the country to be present for first day of release,in stead of showing in a theatre,and making the revenue,he show’s them on his film site.He isnt the first one I’ve seen get master disc’s before theyre released.Here locally,a friend worked for a distributor,and often would allow me to run and borrow a disc copy,and run it right back after viewing.It’s actually common when you know people.Two year’s.I think he would of got sued out of money if he didnt have proper permission’s.If the Beatles were playing outside your door,Your going to watch.As long as he keep’s posting them,I will keep tuning in,Along with many around the globe who can understand the languages their posted in.

      • jwilso1 says:

        I tried it…list of movies popped up fine…clicked on one & it played but w/o sound.

      • Timothy Alden says:

        There are 2 format’s,lower left,when it dont play well in one,Click it onto the other.When I first started watching there,I had one’s I couldnt hear well and used headphones.But I have not had that issue in a longtime.Maybe high traffic cause’s it.Or maybe when I switched that different format,my pc remembered it and they all played in that format.There are so many film’s,if many are watching the same film’s at same time,Maybe that is it.Just bounce to another and come back to it later.But I have used phones before,But not in awhile,they have been working well for me.Must admit,is alot of new films there.Dont give up,it might be the format is the wrong one for you and if you click the other offered,might be the issue.The site is a gift that I am thankful for.I didnt realize,Revenant isnt out for 3 days yet here in the USA,and I seen it a month ago,.Dont give up,look for the other format choice,.But phones I have used before when sound was low,But rarely occurs,,Happy 2016

  25. Frontier says:

    The Museum of the Mountain Man has launched a website about Hugh Glass with a collection of all of the primary accounts.

  26. Charles says:

    Great article……I bet there are still a few people like Hugh Glass living in Alaska

    • Daniel says:

      Yes there are. I have a cousin up there nicknamed “trapper”. There’s not much he hasn’t hunted or trapped in his lifetime. I’ve had the pleasure to hunt moose and grizzly bear with him. He’s also one of the most generous people that I have ever known.

  27. Paul Stewart says:

    Wonderfully written amazing short story.

  28. disqus_kq1Yhwh9FS says:

    I want too excited about the movie. I like leo but Tom hardy bores me. But recently moved to Platte county Missouri, I am now interested.

  29. Kowboy Kaziklibey says:

    It was for the articles like this one that I used to really enjoy reading True West magazine from the 1950’s through and up until at least the late 1970’s. Real history, or even just the rumors of it, has always given me more entertainment than fiction. Everyone can make up stories. Not many can live lives worth telling about.

  30. DRJ says:

    Great article with one exception. Had good fortune done him one last favor? Ugh!

  31. Nadine Kyle-Doolan says:

    Loved the movie as I love history brought to life. How hard they had it back then just living is amazing but to actually go through such an event (bear attack) sustaining the injuries he did and live! Well that’s beyond amazing. I can’t live through the night with a toothache unless I have some strong pain killers on hand let alone surviving a huge event such as this. Thank you for the article.

  32. Richard Vaux says:

    alot different then the movie

  33. cyber poacher says:

    He lived in a very special time. We will never know the freedom he experienced his entire life.Yes it was rough and yes it was hard, but he never went back east.

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