True story, based on the autobiographical book, Tough trip through paradise, 1878-1879 by Andrew Garcia.
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Living on mountain time
In eighteen eight and seventy, a young white man was I.
I went to the Indian country to make my fortune or die.
From Bozeman town I did travel, with my partner Beaver Tom,
to the wilds of central Montana, with our pack horses trailing along.
I still rise with the sun every morning
when the rays of each new day shine.
I still go to bed when the sun sets
I'm still living on mountain time.
On the trail we met up with "Injuns," who knew no original sin.
They laughed when I mentioned Jesus, ?till they gained their trust in him.
My heart was captured by a lady, a girl of the Nez Perce.
Her Indian name was White Feather, as pretty as she was fierce.
I adopted the Indian life style, I made a teepee our home.
I promised my wife that we'd travel to the land she called her own.
We traveled across the prairie; we crossed the mountain crest.
We struggled through the Bitterroot, as our trail led us farther west.
I still rise with the sun every morning
when the rays of each new day shine.
I still go to bed when the sun sets
I'm still living on mountain time.
When we found her father's grave-site, we were horrified to see,
that his bones had been desecrated by the soldiers who looked like me.
He had been killed at the battle of the Nez Perce at the Big Hole,
by the white soldiers under orders to let live not a single soul.
As we made our way back toward Bozeman, White Feather lost her life,
and forty years later I still love her, my pretty Indian wife.
I still rise with the sun every morning
when the rays of each new day shine.
I still go to bed when the sun sets
I'm still living on mountain time.
by Michael G. Raymer Sep. 2002
