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
at a great rate, making his fore-paws go like the hands of some over-heated
orator; now motioning respectfully towards the judge, and now spitefully
towards the prisoners, as if he was making bitter accusations, and
demanding judgment against them. After this old fellow had got through, two
or three others, in turn, came forward, and appeared also to be holding
forth about the matter, but in a far milder manner than the other, which I
now began much to dislike for his spitefulness, and in the same proportion
to pity the two poor objects of his evident malice. There was then another
long and silent pause, after which, the judge proceeded to utter what
appeared to be his sentence; and, having brought it to a conclusion, he
gave a rap with his tail on the ground. At this signal, the beavers in the
ranks advanced, one after another, in rapid succession toward the
prisoners, and, circling round them once, turned and gave each one of them
a tremendous blow with their tails over the head and shoulders; and so the
heavy blows rapidly fell, whack, whack, whack, till every beaver had taken
his part in the punishment, and till the poor prisoners keeled over, and
lay nearly or quite dead on the ground. The judge beaver then quietly left
his stand and went off; and, following his example, all the rest scattered
and disappeared, except the spiteful old fellow that had so raised my
dislike, by the rancor he displayed in pressing his accusations, and,
afterwards, by giving the culprits an extra blow, when it came his turn to
strike them. He now remained on the ground till all the rest were out of
sight, when,--as if to make sure of finishing what little remains of life
the others, in their compunction, might have left in the victims, so as to
give them, if they were not quite killed by the terrible bastinadoing they
had received, a chance to revive and crawl off,--he ran up, and began to
belabor them with the greatest fury over the head. This mean and malicious
addition to the old fellow's previously unfair conduct was too much for me
to witness, and I instantly drew my rifle and laid him dead beside the
bodies he was so rancorously beating. Wading the stream below the dam, I
hastened to my prizes, finished their last struggles with a stick, seized
them by their tails, and dragged them to the spot I had just left; and
then, after concealing my traps, with the view of waiting a few days before
I set them, so as to give the society a chance to get settled, I tugged the
game I had so strangely come by, home to camp, where a more particular
examination showed them to be the three largest and best-furred beavers I
had ever taken.
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