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
Accordingly, after directing the trapper to concentrate those stationed in
their canoes above with those in one or two below, he entered the boat with
the sheriff and his associate; and, taking an oar, slowly rowed along
towards the place he had designated as the retreat of the desperate outlaw,
on whose seizure they were so resolutely determined.
After reaching the spot, and waiting till the expected boat-crews arrived,
the hunter quietly landed, and stationed two of the men in the narrow pass
north of the gorge, with orders to keep a sharp lookout through the night,
hail whoever might approach, and shoot him down before suffering him to
escape. He next led two more up round the nearest approaches of the cave,
and posted one on each side, a little above it, to prevent all possibility
of escape over the rocks and ledges in that direction; and then, returning
down to the shore, selected the trapper to occupy with him the southern
pass to the gorge, thus reserving for himself, and the man on whom he
believed he could best rely in an emergency, the post where an encounter
would be most likely to occur. After completing these arrangements, and
landing a pair of handcuffs from the sheriff's boat, he dismissed the
officer to collect all the rest of the company, not thus retained, and
return to the village for the night, and for a fresh rally the next
morning.
It was now ten o'clock at night; and from that time, for the next six
hours, the stillness and darkness of death brooded over the slumbering
waters of the lake. The mute men on guard,--to whom the slowly-passing
hours seemed doubly long and gloomy, from the oppressive sense of the duty
of silence,--stood immovably at their posts, alternately employing
themselves in guessing at the hour of the night, and intently listening to
catch some sound which should indicate the presence of the dreaded object
of their watch. But, through the whole night, no such sound or indication
reached their strained senses; and most of them, at length, were brought to
the belief that either he had never been there, or that he had, by some
unknown means, effected his escape. The hunter, however, never for a moment
permitted his faith to waver. He not only felt confident that Gaut was
still in his dark cage in the rocks, but that, the next day, safe means
would be found to uncage him, and deliver him over to hands of justice, to
undergo the penalties of his crimes. And, as soon as the anxiously-awaited
daylight began to make its appearance in the east, he began gradually to
work his noiseless way into the mouth of the gorge, and then up over the
steeps and ragged ledges, till he had gained a stand under cover of a tuft
of clinging evergreens, where he could obtain an unobstructed view of the
mouth of the cavern, some six rods above. Here, low crouched behind his
bushy screen, with rifle cocked and levelled at the entrance, he lay,
silently awaiting the approach of daylight, expecting that Gaut would then,
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