The Song of Hugh Glass

The Song of Hugh Glass is an epic poem about American fur traders. John G. Neihardt writes a dedicated and detailed poem about the action on the western frontier. Excerpt: «The year was eighteen hundred twenty-three. 'Twas when the guns that blustered at the Ree Had ceased to brag, and ten score martial clowns Turned from the unwhipped Aricara towns, Earning the scornful laughter of the Sioux. A withering blast the arid South still blew, And creeks ran thin beneath the glaring sky; For it was a month ere honking geese would fly Southward before the Great White Hunter's face: And many generations of their race, As bow-flung arrows, now have fallen spent.»