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
"We will have him!" said Turner, with a determined look. "If we can't tear
away the rocks with bars and sledges, we will send off for a barrel of
gunpowder to blow them open; and if that fails, I will go into the cave,
myself, and if I don't snake him out before I've done with him, he must be
a harder customer than it has ever yet been my lot to encounter."
By this time the hunter had returned, and now pointed out the best way to
the place of which they were in quest; when the sheriff, ex-sheriff, and
their respective followers, preceded by their guide, commenced forcing
their passage along the craggy cliffs; and, within ten minutes, they found
themselves standing on the off-set forming the rocky roofing of the cavern.
The appearance of the place was much more favorable for the proposed
attempt at excavation than any of them had anticipated. From the front face
of the rock, which was pierced by the mouth of the cave at the bottom, and
which presented a perpendicular of about fifteen feet, the topmost stones
rapidly fell off to a depression over the centre of the cave, which, it was
at once seen, must greatly reduce the depth of rock to be removed or broken
up, before reaching the interior. And, in addition to this encouraging
discovery, the rocks in and around this depression, through which the smoke
was yet visibly oozing, appeared to be detached from the main ledge, and,
though heavy, such as might be removed by appliances at command. Still,
there was a formidable mass to be disrupted and removed before an entrance
could be effected in that direction. But the men, impatient of inaction,
and eager to be doing something to forward the common object,--like all
bodies of excited people anxious to cooperate, but unable to decide on a
course of action,--scarcely waited to be told what was wanted, before they
all sprang to the work with that resistless union of faith and exertions
which requires no intervention of miracles to remove mountains. The moss,
earth, decayed wood, and all else of the loose covering of rocks, quickly
disappeared under their busy hands or rapidly-plied implements. The smaller
stones and broken fragments, as soon as loosened or beat off by the bars
and sledges, were seized and hurled in showers over the surrounding ledges;
the larger ones, when started from their beds by the long heavy prys, were
grappled with the united strength of all that could get to them, rolled up,
pitched over the precipice in front, and sent bounding and crashing down
the gorge below. And the whole forest resounded with the din of their heavy
blows and the mingling sounds of their varied labors.
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