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
"We will; but a hunter, young man, must never talk of certainties when
going to any particular spot in search of such roving things as the animals
of the forest. He must learn to bear disappointment, and be prepared to
find nothing where he or others had before found every thing. He must have
patience. Loss of patience is very apt to be fatal to success in almost any
business, but especially so in hunting. You spoke of taking lessons of me
in the craft: this is the very first grand lesson I would impress on your
mind. But we are now close upon the point of land, which we are only to
round to be in the cove. If you are disposed to row the boat alone, now,
keep in or out, stop or move on, as I from to time give the word, I will
down on my knees in the bow of the boat, with cocked rifle in hand, ready
for what may be seen."
Readily complying, Claud carefully rowed round the point and entered the
dark and deep indenture constituting the cove, whose few acres of surface
were thrown almost wholly into the shade, even at sunny noonday, by the
thickly-clustered groups of tall, princely pines, which, like giant
warriors in council, stood nodding their green plumes around the
closely-encircling shores. Closely hugging the banks, now stopping behind
some projecting clump of bushes, now in some rock-formed nook, and now in
the covert of some low-bending treetop, to give the keen-eyed hunter a
chance to peer round or through these screening objects into the open
spaces along the shore beyond, he slowly pushed along the canoe till the
whole line of the cove was explored, and they reached the point
corresponding to the one at which they commenced their look-out for game,
and all without seeing a living creature.
"Pshaw! this is dull business," exclaimed Claud, as they came out into the
open lake, where he was left free to speak aloud. "This was so fine a
looking place for game that I felt sure we should see something worth
taking; and I am quite disappointed in the result."
"So that, then, is the best fruit you can show of my first lesson in
hunting, is it, young man?" responded the hunter, with a significant smile.
Claud felt the implied rebuke, and promised better behavior for the future;
when both seated themselves at the oars, and, as men naturally do, after an
interval of suppressed action, plied themselves with a vigor that sent
their craft swiftly surging over the waters in the line of their original
destination.
They now soon reached, and shot along the shore of, a beautifully-wooded
island, nearly a half-mile in extent, about midway of which the
hunter-rested on his oars, and, after Claud, on his motion, had done the
same, observed, pointing through a partial opening among the trees, along a
visible path that led up a gentle slope into the interior of the island:
"There! do you catch a glimpse of a house-like looking structure, in an
open and light spot in the woods, a little beyond where you cease to trace
the path?"
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