Hugh Glass was a 19th century fur trapper, who was also quite the rugged mother. It was 1823, and Glass got between a grizzly and her cubs — and was mauled on account of it. His leg was broken, his ribs were exposed, he was nearly done in. When his trapping partners found him, they started digging him a grave. The burial was interrupted by a Native American attack, and the able-bodied trappers fled, abandoning Glass. But Glass was resilient. He woke up, and crawled 200 miles to the nearest American settlement.
Looks like beasts aren't always non-human.
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