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
"Well, what with hunting deer, bear, and so on, for food, and lynx, otter,
and sable, for furs, the next two months passed away, and the long
anticipated November at length arrived; when, one dark, cloudy day, having
cut a lot of bits of green wood for bait, got out my vial of castor to
scent them with, and got my steel traps in order, with these equipments and
my rifle I set off, for the purpose of commencing operations, of some kind,
on my community of beavers. On reaching the spot, I crept to my old covert
with the same precautions I had used on my former visits, thinking it
likely enough that, on so dark a day, some of the beavers might be out;
and, wishing to know how this was, before proceeding openly along, the
banks to look out the right places to set my traps, I listened a while, but
could hear no splashing about the pond, or detect any _other_ sounds
indicating that the creatures were astir; but, on peering out, I saw a
large, old beaver perched in a window of one of the beaver-houses on the
opposite shore. I instinctively drew up my rifle,--for it was a fair shot,
and I knew I could draw him,--but I forbore, and contented myself with
watching his motions. I might have lain there ten minutes, perhaps, when
this leader, or judge in the beaver Israel, as he soon showed himself to
be, quietly slid out into the water, swam into a central part of the pond,
and, after swimming twice or three times round in a small circle, lifted
his tail on high, and slowly and deliberately gave three of those same old
loud and startling raps on the water. He then swam back to his cabin, and
ascended an open flat on the bank, where all the underbrush had been cut
and cleared off in building the dam. In a few minutes more, a large number
of beavers might be seen hastening to the spot, where they ranged
themselves in a sort of circle, so as just to inclose the old beaver which
came first, and which had now taken his stand on a little moss hillock, on
the farther side of the little opening, to which he had thus called them,
and, evidently, for some important public purpose. Soon another small band
of the creatures made their appearance on the bank above, seeming to have
in custody two great, lubberly, cowed-down looking beavers, that they were
hunching and driving along, as legal officers sometimes have to do with
_their_ prisoners, when taking them to some dreaded punishment. When this
last band reached the place, with these two culprit-looking fellows, they
pushed them forward in front of the judge, as we will call him, and then
fell into the ranks, so as to close up the circle. There was then a long,
solemn pause, in which they all kept still in their places round the
prisoners, which had crouched sneaking down, without stirring an inch from
the places where they had been put. Soon, however, a great, fierce,
gruff-appearing beaver left the ranks, and, advancing a few steps within
them, reared himself on his haunches, and began to sputter and gibber away
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