Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border LifeThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border Life
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
The week succeeding the logging bee was an extremely busy one with the
Elwoods, who still had a heavy task to perform on their new field, before
it could be considered properly cleared or fitted for seeding and
harrowing. Sixty days before, that field was covered with a heavy growth of
primitive forest, standing in its native majesty, a mountain mass of green
vigor and sturdy life, and as seemingly invincible against the assaults of
man as it had been against those of the elements whose fury it had so long
withstood. But the busy and fatal axe had done its work. That towering
forest had been laid prostrate with the earth, and the first process of the
Herculean task of converting the forest into the field had been completed.
The second and third process, also, in the burning of the slash and the
gathering the trunks of the trees into log-heaps, as we have seen, had been
in turn successfully accomplished. But the fourth and last process still
remained to be performed. Those unseemly log-heaps, cumbering no
inconsiderable portion of the field, must be disposed of, to complete the
work. This was now the first task of the Elwoods, and time pressed for its
speedy execution. Accordingly, the next morning after the bee, they sallied
out, each with a blazing brand in his hand, and commenced the work of
firing the piles,--a work which, unlike that of firing a combustible and
readily catching slash, required not only considerable time, but often the
exercise of much skill and patience. But they steadily persevered, and,
before sunset, had the gratification of beholding every one of those many
scores of huge log-piles, that thickly dotted the ground, clearly within
the grasp of the devouring element; and afterwards of seeing that grasp
grow stronger and stronger on the solid material on which it had securely
fastened, till, to the eye of fancy, the dark old forest seemed by day to
be reproduced in the numerous, thickly-set columns of smoke that shot
upward and spread out into over-arching canopies above, while, with the
gathering darkness of the night, that forest seemed gradually to take the
form of a distant burning city in the manifold tapering pillars of fire
which everywhere rose from the field, fiercely illuminating the dark and
sombre wood-wall of the surrounding forest, and dimly glimmering over the
sleeping waters of river and lake beyond.
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