Where the Grizzly Dwells

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Where the Grizzly Dwells

I admire the artificial art of the East;

But I love more the inimitable art of the West,

Where nature’s handiwork lies in virginal beauty.

Amidst the hum of city life

I saunter back to dreams of home.

Astride the back of my trusty steed

I wander away, losing myself

In the foothills of the Rockies.

Away from human habitations,

Up the rugged slopes,

Through the timbered stretches,

I hear the frightful cry of wolves

And see a bear sneaking up behind.

Many nights ago,

While herding a bunch of cattle

During the round-up season,

I lay upon the grass

Looking at the mated stars;

I wondered if a cowboy

Could go to the Unknown Place,

The Happy Hunting Ground,

When this short life is over.

But, here or there, I shall always live

In the land of mountain air

Where the grizzly dwells

And sage brush grows;

Where mountain trout are not a few;

In the land of the Bitterroot⁠—

The Indian land⁠—Land of the Golden West.