ubsswp's video: Jeremiah Johnson - Main Theme

Filmed in the snow-covered vastness of the Utah Rocky Mountains, Robert Redford plays well a deserter from the Mexican War who wages a bitter struggle against the elements and Indians in order to lead a life of solitude... He heads into the mountains, only to find that there is the wind that never seems to stop... Sometimes he swears he is going insane while the storms that he has never seen screech booming with their thunder... Around him, snow squalls that kill everything that is unprepared... Jeremiah's first winter proves almost fatal because of his inexperience in coping with the harsh Rockies... Fortunately, he meets a real mountain man seasoned to the ways of the wild... Bear Claw takes Johnson in and shares his knowledge with him... Travelling the untamed wilderness, Jeremiah finds out that it is a land fit only for the savages, and he has seen what they are like... But he has seen worse when he happens upon an Indian massacre of a settler's family or upon a bald man buried to his neck in sand by Blackfeet Indians... And much worse after violating the Crow sacred burial ground while helping cavalry men find some lost settlers... He was a big man, maybe even growing in physical stature with the growth of his myth; deadly with his Bowie knife and his gun alike. He'd been a fighter in the U.S.-Mexican war, but left the lowland's ways behind in favor of a mountain man's: the lonesome hunt, the wild outdoors, and the confrontation with nature rather than his fellow men. And he came to be known as "Crow Killer" and "Liver Eating Johns(t)on" when he took war to the Crow nation after they killed his wife. Narrator: "His name was Jeremiah Johnson, and they say he wanted to be a mountain man. The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous spirit, suited to the mountains. Nobody knows whereabouts he come from and don't seem to matter much. He was a young man and ghosty stories about the tall hills didn't scare him none. He was looking for a Hawken gun, .50 caliber or better. He settled for a .30, but damn, it was a genuine Hawken, and you couldn't go no better. Bought him a good horse, and traps, and other truck that went with being a mountain man, and said good-bye to whatever life was down there below." -- Lyrics by Tim McIntire: Jeremiah Johnson made his way into the mountains Bettin' on forgettin' all the troubles that he knew The trail was wide and narrow The eagle or the sparrow Showed the path he was to follow as it flew. A mountain man's a lonely man And he leaves a life behind It ought to have been different, but you often times will find That the story doesn't always go the way you had in mind. Jeremiah's story was that kind. . . Jeremiah's story was that kind.