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
After they had finished their repast, they, at the suggestion of Phillips
and Codman, the only persons of the company who were familiar with the
lakes and country above, took up a question which they had before
discussed, without settling, but which, they were told by the persons just
named, must now, before proceeding any farther, be definitely settled and
understood. This question was that of the expediency of establishing a
general head-quarters for the season, by building a large, storm-proof
camp, and locating it at some central point on the shore of one of the two
great lakes opening still above the one on which they were now about to
embark. The object of this was to insure the company comfortable quarters,
to which they could resort in case of falling sick, or encountering long
storms, at which their furs could be collected and more safely kept, their
more cumbrous stores left, and from which their provisions could be
distributed, with the least trouble and travel, to the smaller and more
temporary camps that each of the company, or any two of them, might make at
the nearest terminations, on the neighboring waters, of the different
ranges of woods they should select for their respective fields of
operations. The main part of the question, that of the necessity of
establishing general head-quarters, was at once, and unanimously, decided
in the affirmative. The remaining part, that of the most eligible location
for these quarters, was then fully discussed, and finally settled by fixing
the point of location about midway of the eastern side of the
Mooseeluk-maguntic, the next great lake above, and, counting from the
south, the third in this unique chain of secluded lakes and widely
clustering lakelets, through which the far-spanning Androscoggin pours its
vast volume of wild waters to the distant bosom of the welcoming ocean.
"Wisely arranged," remarked the hunter, at the close of the discussion.
"The next object in view, then, is to reach there this evening, in season
to work up something in the shape of a camp, that will serve for the night,
and until the good one we propose to build can be completed."
"That can be done easily enough," said Codman, "that is, if we will tax our
marrow-bones a little extra in pulling at the oars. The distance over this
lake, up the narrows, or river, and across the end of the Maguntic to the
mouth of that second stream we have talked of, can't be much more than a
dozen miles, and all smooth sailing. Lord, yes! if we put in like decent
oarsmen, I warrant we make fetch come, so as to be there by the sun an hour
high, which will give time to build a comfortable camp, and for cooking up
the jolly good supper I'm thinking to have, to pay us for all these sweats
and hard pulls up these confounded rapids and over these never-ending
lakes."
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