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
Like the gliding of a fish, shrinking away from sight, the light canoe,
under the invisible impulse of the dexterously handled oar of the trapper,
passed noiselessly away, and disappeared in the darkness. But, long before
the expectant officer, who had been vainly listening for some sound, either
of the going or the coming of the absent canoe, had thought of its return,
it was again at his side, with the anticipated addition to its occupants.
"Here is the man, to speak for himself," said the trapper, putting out a
hand to guard off and prevent the canoes from grazing.
"Well, Mr. Phillips," said the sheriff, in the same cautious under-tone by
which all their communications had been graduated, "we are all looking to
you,--what is your report?"
"In the first place, that he is here."
"Where?"
"Sixty or seventy rods to the north of us, in a secure retreat up among the
rocks, about a dozen rods from the shore."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Yes."
"How did you make the discovery?"
"I will tell you. When I came over, I struck down to the lake, nearly
abreast the lower end of the ridge, and cautiously moved along the shore,
upwards, in search of the suspected boat; without discovering it, however,
till I came to the rocky pass I have alluded to, a short distance above
here; when, peering out into the approaching darkness, I caught sight of it
run under a treetop lying partly in the water. Your boats had not got on
there; and thinking, if I took the boat out on to the water, as I had
proposed, he might discover the loss too soon, take the alarm, and conclude
to escape through the woods round the upper lakes, I varied my plan, and
stationed myself back a few rods, to see if he would not come down to
escape by his canoe. I had trailed him to the top of this rocky eastern
slope, before I struck down to the lake, and knew he must be somewhere
near; so I cocked my rifle, for instant use, and stood ready for his
approach. And in a short time I caught the sound of his movements, sliding
cautiously down the rocky steeps from the spot above, where I suspected he
had housed himself. But, before he reached the bottom of the short ravine
he must come down, or could be seen where I stood, a dry stick unluckily
broke under my foot, and the sound, as I perceived at once, brought him to
a stand. And, though he did not know, and don't know yet, whether the sound
was caused by the step of man or beast, yet he soon seemed to think it
safest to retreat; and my ear could distinctly trace his movements, as he
clambered and pulled himself along back up the ledges to his retreat. I
then went down to the shore; and perceiving, from the slight agitation of
the water and the faint sound of its gurgling under oars, that you had got
on to the ground, I stole down the shore a piece, and gave the signal, as
you heard."
"Are you familiar with the place where you think he lies concealed?"
"Yes, nearly as much so as with my own door-yard."
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