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
As soon as they had dispatched their breakfast, the band about to depart
loaded their canoes with traps, guns, camp-kettles, and the provisions
needed for immediate use; and, wishing Gaut Gurley a happy and successful
time at his solitary station, pushed merrily away into the broad lake,
turned their course northward, and sped on their voyage. A few miles rowing
brought them to the great inlet, which, like the principal inlets to the
lakes below, was another reach of the Androscoggin, flowing directly from
the east through a channel, still nearly a hundred yards in width and
nearly three miles in length, from its entrance into one lake to the point
where it debouches from the other. After a row of an hour up this channel,
made interesting and impressive by the magnificent colonnades of princely
pines, that, as far as the eye could reach, stood towering away in
lessening perspective along its banks, they suddenly emerged into the
bright and far-stretching waters of the unmapped Oquossak, which lay
nestling and inflected among the dark green cliffs of the boldly
intersecting mountains, like some rough, unshapen gem, gleaming out from
the rubbish of a mine. And laying their course northeasterly, for the
distant bay receiving the waters of the confluent streams before described,
they now pulled away through the lake, in as direct a line as its irregular
form, would permit. And now, skirting long reaches of its deeply-wooded
shores, from which the old forest, never broken by the axe, and rarely ever
trod by the foot of the white man, was seen, stretching away back, lift
after lift, in pristine grandeur, to the tall summits of the amphitheatric
mountains,--now shooting athwart, under some dark headland that stood out
boldly disputing the empire with the water, and now threading their way
among the clustering green islands that studded the bright and beautiful
expanse,--they rowed steadily onward for hours, and at length were
gladdened by the sight of the dim but well-remembered outlines of the
pointed bay, whose farthest shore was to be the home and haven for most of
their number, during their present sojourn in this wild and remote fastness
of the wilderness.
To row in, disembark their luggage, select sites for camps, to build those
camps, so far as to make them serve for shelters for the night, and to
prepare and eat their suppers, occupied the company, who had all decided to
remain there that night through the remainder of the day till bed-time. The
next morning, after an early breakfast, Codman and Tomah took leave of
their companions, and proceeded on further up the lake to their allotted
station; leaving the two Elwoods, and their respective hunting companions,
to complete their camps, which were situated in near vicinity, get all in
readiness, and the next day enter in earnest on the main business of the
campaign.
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