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
While all who could find room to work on the excavation were thus briskly
pushing forward their operations, a smaller party were engaged in beating
down the rocky battlement in front; and so vigorously and successfully
were the efforts of these also directed, that, in a short time, the top was
so lowered, and the seamy rocks so split down, that, with the mass of
stones thrown over, a path of easy descent was formed from the top, down to
the shelf below, on one side of the mouth of the cave; which was now
securely blocked up, and closely invested by the party previously stationed
in near vicinity to guard it.
Thus bravely, and with no token of faltering at the obstacles which they
frequently encountered, and which sometimes required their greatest
exertions to overcome, did these strong-armed and determined men push on
their herculean labors, for the space of nearly two hours; when suddenly a
shout of exultation rose from those at work lowest down in the excavation,
and the next moment the voice of the ex-sheriff was heard exclaiming to
those around him:
"Courage, men! the game is nearly unkenneled. I have driven my bar through,
and the hole is so large that the bar has slipped from my hands and gone to
the bottom!"
The excitement now became intense; and all crowded round the rim of the
excavation, and, with uneasy looks and hushed voices, eagerly peered down
into the dimly-visible perforation at the bottom; while those already
within the excavated basin began, with beating hearts, carefully loosening
and pulling out the shivered and detached stones, lying around the small
aperture just effected, and continued the process until all the outer edges
of the broad, thin rock, which the crow-bar had perforated, and which
appeared to form the lower or interior layer of the roofing of the cavern,
were fully laid bare, and brought within the reach of the outstretched arms
of those bending down to grasp them. A dozen brawny hands were then seen
securing their gripe on one side of the rock; when, at the word of the
sheriff, a sudden pull was made with a force that raised the whole mass
nearly a foot from its bed.
"It comes bravely!" said the sheriff. "Now fix yourselves for another pull;
while two or three of you above there come forward with your rifles, and
stand with them levelled at the hole, as we open it, lest the desperate dog
make a rush before we are prepared. Now altogether,--there, now!"
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