In August 1823, Hugh Glass, a member of the Ashley Fur Party under Major Henry and a habitual loner, was hunting near the Forks of Grand River when a grizzly bear attacked and horribly mauled him. Because he could not be moved, a purse was made up and two men, probably Fitzgerald and Bridger, were left with him, but probably believing him dead, they took his gun and accoutrements and left him. Glass survived, dragged himself to the stream, sustained himself on seasonal fruit and meat after driving off gorged wolves from a buffalo calf they had downed, and by some means and by an uncertain route reached Ft. Kiowa below the Big Bend, 190 miles as the crow flies from the Forks of Grand River. That much is verified history. He was killed by Aricara Indians on the ice of the Yellowstone River near the mouth of the Big Horn in the winter of 1832-33. John G. Neihart's epic poem, "The Song of Hugh Glass," immortalized him. It seems probable that, alone, unarmed, and terribly wounded, he traveled at night on high ground to avoid Indians, sought shelter and water in the daytime, and guided by instinct succeeded in reaching the Big Bend and Ft. Kiowa, a marvelous show of stamina and courage.