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
Having risen to his feet, raised his hunting-cap, and bowed his adieu to
the still lingering maiden on shore, Claud now joined his companion at the
oars; when they rapidly passed round the headland, and soon entered the
bay-like recess of water, which, sweeping round in a large wood-fringed
circle, opened upon the view immediately beyond. After skirting along the
sometimes bold and rocky, and sometimes low and swampy, thickly-wooded
shore, with a sharp lookout for whatever might come within range of the
eye, but without stopping for any special examination till they had reached
the most secluded part of the cove, the hunter suspended his oar, and
signified his intention of landing. Accordingly, running in their canoe by
the side of an old treetop extending into the water, and, throwing their
mooring-line around one of its bare limbs, they stepped noiselessly ashore,
and ascended the bank, when the hunter, pausing and pointing inward, said,
in a low, suppressed tone:
"There, within a short distance from us, commences one of the thickest
windfall jungles in these parts, and extends up nearly to the chiefs
outermost cornfield, about half a mile off. I have been threatening to come
here some time; and if, as I will propose, we go into the tangle, and get
through, or half through, without encounter of some kind, I confess I shall
be uncommonly disappointed. But, before entering, let us sit down on this
old log a few minutes, and, while looking to our flints and priming, keep
our ears open for such sounds as may reach them."
And, bending low his head, with closed eyes, and an ear turned towards the
thicket, the hunter listened long and intently in motionless silence, after
which he quickly rose, and, while glancing at his gun-flint and priming,
said:
"There are no distinct sounds, but the air is disturbed in the kind of way
that I have frequently noticed when animals of some size were in the
vicinity. Let us forward into the thicket, spreading out some ten rods
apart, and worming ourselves among the windfalls, with a stop and a
thorough look every few rods of our progress. Should you start up a
panther, which ain't very likely, you had better whistle for me, before
firing; but, if any thing else, blaze away at it."
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