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"I am no coward; but I am so strong, (it is) so hard to die.", and: Loss

"I am no coward; but I am so strong, (it is) so hard to die.", and: Loss 130 and swollen bud from the knobby bulb, then bursts ­ no warning at all ­ with a flower as big as a plate, its silky red blossom springing out of a grave. Linda Jenkins "I am no coward; but I am so strong, [it is] so hard to die." ­ Meriwether Lewis, with self-inflicted pistol wounds; October 11, 1809 April-boastful in 1805 with his rifle, at first, in contrast to Indian fears, Lewis soon shudders, writes of a monster with four-inch talons, a maw of flesh and fish, 600 pounds of hair and roar, his heart even in proportion with his outrage and pale bulk. Attacked, they pursue their shooters, he discloses, including one eventually reversed and tracked, his skull shot twice in a belt of rosebushes. Hard to die, he says, then, of the gentlemen, one of whom he meets on June fourteenth, his gun unloaded, the buffalo standing before him fat and bleeding from the mouth and nostrils. Twenty steps away, the grizzly 131 startles him, gains on him, and he flees, alone, waist-deep into water, his espontoon raised for battle. Why it retreats is a mystery. Why it retreats is a mystery Lewis sleeps http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

"I am no coward; but I am so strong, (it is) so hard to die.", and: Loss

Prairie Schooner , Volume 79 (4) – May 18, 2005

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130 and swollen bud from the knobby bulb, then bursts ­ no warning at all ­ with a flower as big as a plate, its silky red blossom springing out of a grave. Linda Jenkins "I am no coward; but I am so strong, [it is] so hard to die." ­ Meriwether Lewis, with self-inflicted pistol wounds; October 11, 1809 April-boastful in 1805 with his rifle, at first, in contrast to Indian fears, Lewis soon shudders, writes of a monster with four-inch talons, a maw of flesh and fish, 600 pounds of hair and roar, his heart even in proportion with his outrage and pale bulk. Attacked, they pursue their shooters, he discloses, including one eventually reversed and tracked, his skull shot twice in a belt of rosebushes. Hard to die, he says, then, of the gentlemen, one of whom he meets on June fourteenth, his gun unloaded, the buffalo standing before him fat and bleeding from the mouth and nostrils. Twenty steps away, the grizzly 131 startles him, gains on him, and he flees, alone, waist-deep into water, his espontoon raised for battle. Why it retreats is a mystery. Why it retreats is a mystery Lewis sleeps

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Published: May 18, 2005

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