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
The low chirping of the wood-birds, the tiny barkings of the out-starting
squirrels, the hurrying footsteps of the night-prowling animals, on their
way to their coverts, on the land; and the leaping up of fish, the flapping
of the wings of ducks, and the far-heard, trumpet-toned cry of the great
northern diver, on the water, those unfailing concomitants of approaching
day, in the watered wilderness, early aroused the next morning our little
band of soundly-sleeping hunters from their woodsmen's feather beds,--the
soft, elastic boughs of the health-giving hemlock,--and put them on the
stir in building their fire, and making preparations for their breakfast.
The business of the day before them was the completion of their camp
building; which, being intended, as before mentioned, for their general
head-quarters and storehouse, required far more care and labor in the
construction than the ordinary structures that are made to serve for
shelters for the sojourners of the woods. And, as soon as they had
dispatched their morning repast, they rose and prepared themselves to
commence the task on hand. As the main part of the company were scattering
into the woods, with their hatchets, in search of straight poles to rib out
the sides and roof of their structure, which was the first thing in order
to be done, Phillips, without explaining his object, quietly intimated to
Codman a wish for company, in a short excursion with canoes up the river;
and, the latter complying with the intimation, and putting himself under
the hunter's lead, the two took to their canoes, with each another canoe in
tow, and commenced rowing up the stream; which, having run its rapid and
noisy race down to the foot of the mountains, a mile or two above, was
here, with gentle pace and seeming reverence, advancing to the lake with
its welcome tribute of crystal waters.
"Hillo, there, Mr. Hunter!" sung out the trapper to the other, now some
distance ahead, "what may be some of the whys and wherefores of this shine
we are cutting, stringing along here with canoes to our tails? What suppose
you should be telling, before a great while, lest this end of the fleet
might be missing?"
"Soon show you," replied the hunter, without turning his head. "I always
liked the Indian fashion of answering questions by deeds instead of words,
where the circumstances admit,--it is so much more significant and
satisfactory, besides the world of lying it often prevents."
After rowing a short distance farther, in silence, the hunter turned his
canoe in shore; and, after the other had followed his example, he said:
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