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
"Spoke like a man who knows something," said the trapper, the next to offer
comments. "And here is a loosened slip-knot in the end of this bark
boat-rope, which I have been looking at. See! it has been drawn into a
fixed knot, that hasn't been altered since it has had considerable use and
steady pulling through it, as I see by the chafed bark inside the small
hole within the knot. The hole is too small to have been brought into this
shape by hitching it to a stake or projecting limb of a tree on shore. It
looks exactly as if a tie attached to some other canoe had been passed
through it, to draw this canoe along by; and here is a slight mark of a
knife, where that tie has been cut out, owing to the difficulty of untying.
This canoe must have been hitched behind some other canoe, and towed down
to the head of the rapids, and there sent adrift."
"Yes," responded the hunter, who had been particularly confining his
attention to the outer and top edges along the sides of the boat; "yes; and
here is the moss or scurf that had gathered on these upper edges, on both
sides, during the snows and thaws of winter, still remaining entire and
unbroken, in every part of this delicate weather coating, which even a
thumbnail, as you see, can't pass over without marring it or leaving a
mark. No man could have rowed this canoe twenty rods without grazing these
edges and leaving marks on them. Yes, you are both right. This canoe, which
I suppose you all agree was Mr. Elwood's, has not been rowed since he left
it hauled up on the shore of the Oquossak last fall, to be buried by the
great snow-storm; and the Elwoods are both safe, for all being wrecked and
drowned from _that_ boat, or any other, I presume."
The countenance of Mrs. Elwood, who stood at some little distance from the
spot where the examination of the canoe had been going on, but near enough
to hear most of what was said, visibly brightened at this announcement. The
hunter saw the expression, and a shade of anguish passed over his face, as,
turning to those immediately around him, and speaking in a low, subdued,
and commiserating tone, he resumed:
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