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
"It is my opinion," said the hunter, in response, after dropping his head a
moment in study, "it is very clearly my opinion that the fellow will now
aim to reach some of the eastern cities,--over the Umbagog, most likely, in
a canoe that he keeps concealed somewhere on the western shore, which is
only a mile or two over this ridge, that rises from the other bank of the
river, here against us. He will not be likely to come back to his house, or
the river, where he will still suppose we are on the watch; nor will he
start out on the lake till after dark, lest he be seen, and his course
traced; but lie concealed till that time in some of the difficult rocky
steeps that shut down to the lake."
"Your ideas of his probable aims and movements appear reasonable, Mr.
Phillips. Now, what are the steps you would advise to be taken for his
apprehension?" asked the sheriff.
"Well, my plan would be something like this," replied the hunter, musingly.
"I would post half a dozen men, for the night,--to be relieved in the
morning,--a half mile or so apart, along this river, above and below here,
to be walking back and forth, and occasionally firing a gun. The others go
back, and a sufficient number get on to the lake before dark to have canoes
in station every quarter of a mile along the western shore. Codman, you
will be a good hand to manage this company. As for myself, I will wade the
river somewhere hereabouts, go over through the woods to the lake-shore, be
mousing round the shore a little, in search of his canoe, and, if I find
it, be out on the water by the time you get there; if not, I will be within
call of some of you, and give, for a signal, the cry of a raccoon, which I
can imitate tolerably, I believe."
"But you don't propose to go alone?" asked several, anxiously. "It might be
dangerous business, if you should happen to encounter him with no help
within call."
"Yes, I think I will go alone," quietly replied the hunter. "If he can see
me before I do him, he will do better than I think he can. And, if I
_do_ get my eye on him first, he will stop and yield, or die, as sure as my
rifle is true to its old trust; for I should feel it my bounden duty to
stop him by bullet, if need be, in case he should attempt to flee, as much
as I should to shoot a painter carrying off one of my own children."
By the approval of the sheriff, and the concurrence of all, the hunter's
plan of operations was immediately adopted. And, accordingly, the
designated numbers were told off to man the river, and at once set in
motion to perform the duty; while the rest retraced their way to the
village, except the hunter, who, seeking a shoal place, waded the river,
and was soon out of sight among the thickets of the opposite bank.
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