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
"So the story is voted gospel, is it?" rejoined the trapper. "Well, then, I
propose we commission its author to cruise along the coves this afternoon,
so that he may bring into camp to-night trout enough caught in that way to
make up what Mr. Carvil may miss taking by _his_ method, together with a
brace or two of nice ducks, which would be a still further fine addition to
our supper."
"Yes, ducks or some other kind of flesh, to go with the fish, we may now
safely count on being secured, by some of the various proposed methods,"
here interposed Claud Elwood, seriously. "And I second the motion of such a
cruise along the shores, by Mr. Phillips, who so seldom fails of killing
something. And if he, Mr. Carvil, and father, will agree to an exchange of
boat companions for the afternoon, I should like to go with him. I have
chosen him my schoolmaster in hunting, and I should have a chance for
another lesson before we go into the separate fields of our approaching
operations."
Gaut Gurley started at the suggestion, and cast a few quick, searching
glances at Claud and the hunter, as if suspecting a concert of action
between them, for some purpose affecting his secret plans; but, appearing
to read nothing in either of their countenances to confirm such suspicions,
and seeing all the rest of the company readily falling in with the
proposal, he held his peace, and joined the others in handling the oars for
their immediate departure; which was now in a few minutes taken, the main
part of the company striking in a direct line across the middle of the lake
for their destination, leaving the hunter and Claud moving off obliquely to
the right, for a different and farther route among the intervening islands,
and along the indented shores beyond,--where it will best comport with the
objects of our story, we think, to accompany them in their solitary
excursion.
"Where away, as the sailors have it?" said Claud, after the two, each with
a single oar, had rowed on a while in silence; "where away, Mr. Phillips,
or in the line of what object in sight would you lay your course?"
"Why, I had proposed, in my own mind," replied the hunter, "to steer direct
across, so as to graze the east side of the great island you see yonder in
the distance; but, as we shall pass so near the cove which lies snuggled
away between two sharp, woody points here, a little ahead to the right, we
might as well, perhaps, haul in and take a squint round it."
"What shall we find there?"
"Perhaps nothing. It is the place, however, where I found that deer which I
killed when we were here before."
"Well, if you can count on another, we should turn in there now."
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