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
While the hunter was thus delivering himself, as he stood by the fire
before the entrance, spreading out his hands over the coals, Claud went
inside, and, returning with two fine, fresh trout, which the late occupants
had, for some cause, left behind them, held them up to his musing
companion, and exclaimed:
"Look here, Mr. Phillips,--see what they have left for us!"
"Good!" cried the hunter, rousing himself, "for, whether they left them by
design or mistake, they come equally well in play at this time. You out
with your knife and split them through the back, and I will prepare the
coals. We will roast them for a lunch, which will refresh and strengthen us
for the ten or twelve miles walk that is still to be accomplished, before
reaching the lake."
After dispatching the welcome meal, which in this primitive fashion they
had prepared for themselves out of the material thus unexpectedly come to
hand, and enjoying the half-hour's rest consequent on the grateful
occupation, they again swung on their packs, and, striking into one of the
marked lines of their companions, set forth with fresh vigor on their
journey. Their walk, however, was a long and dreary one. Contrary to what
they had ever before experienced, in jaunts of this length through the
woods, not a single hunting adventure occurred, to enliven the tedium of
the way. For, although the heavens above were made vocal with the screams
of wild geese, still pouring along in their hurried flight to the south, to
escape the elemental foe behind, like the rapidly succeeding detachments of
some retreating army, yet not a living creature, biped or quadruped, was
anywhere to be heard or seen in the forest beneath. All seemed to have
instinctively shrunk away and fled, as from the presence of some impending
evil, to their dens and coverts, there to await, cowering and silent, the
dreaded outbreak. Slowly, but steadily, the lurid storm-clouds were
gathering in the heavens, bringing shade after shade over the darkening
wilderness. Low, hollow murmurs in the troubled air were now heard,
ominously stealing along the wooded hills; and now, in the sharp, momentary
rattling of the seared beech-leaves, the whole forest seemed shivering in
the dead chill that was settling over the earth. The cold, indeed, was now
becoming so intense as to congeal and skim over all the pools and still
eddies of the river, and make solid ice along the shores of the rapid
currents of the stream; while even the ground was fast becoming so frozen
as to clumper and sound beneath the hurrying tread of our anxious
travellers. By three in the afternoon, it had become so dark that they
could scarcely see the white blazings on the sides of the trees, by which
they were guided in their course; and in less than another hour, they were
stumbling along almost in utter darkness, uncertain of their way, and
nearly despairing of reaching their destination that night. But, while they
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