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
In a few moments Claud carelessly entered the house; but stopped short in
surprise, at the threshold, on so unexpectedly seeing the well-remembered
face and form of the heroine of his late romantic adventure on the rapids,
in the room with his mother. But, almost instantly recovering his usual
manner, he gallantly advanced to the trembling maiden, took her by the
hand, and respectfully inquired about her welfare, and pleasantly adverted
to the singular circumstances under which they had become acquainted. Soon
becoming in a good measure assured, by a reception so much more
condescending and cordial than she had dared hope for, from one whose image
she had been cherishing as that of some superior being, the grateful and
happy girl, now forgetful of her wish to depart, gradually regained her
natural ease and vivacity, and sustained her part in the general
conversation that now ensued, with an intelligence and instinctive
refinement of thought and expression that equally charmed and surprised her
listeners. She at length, however, rose to depart, observing that her
father, who was in waiting for her at the landing, would chide her for her
long delay; when Claud offered to attend her to the lake. To this she at
first objected; but, on Claud's assurance that he should be pleased with
the walk, and that it would afford him the opportunity of meeting her
father, whom he had a curiosity to see, she blushingly assented, and the
couple sociably took their way to the lake together, leaving Mrs. Elwood
deeply revolving in her mind the new train of thoughts that had been
awakened by the remarkable personal beauty and evident rare qualities of
her fair visitor, and the discovery of the state of her feelings,--thoughts
which the matron laid up in her heart, but forbade her tongue to utter.
On reaching the landing, Fluella drew a bone whistle from her pocket, and
blew a blast so loud and shrill that the sound seemed to penetrate the
inmost depths of the surrounding forest. The next moment a similar sound
rose in response from the woods, apparently about half a mile distant, on
the right.
"He has heard me; that was my father's whistle. He has been taking a short
bout in the woods with his rifle, but will now soon be here. And Mr. Elwood
will wait, I know, for the chief wishes to thank the brave that rescued his
daughter," said the maiden, looking inquiringly at Claud.
"Yes," replied Claud, "yes, certainly; for, even without company, I am
never tired of standing on this commanding point, and looking out on this
beautiful lake and its surrounding scenery."
"Ah! then you think, Mr. Elwood," exclaimed Fluella, with a countenance
sparkling with animation, "you think of our woods life, like one of your
great writers, whom I have read to remember, and who so prettily says:
'And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.'
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