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
The effort was made, and the sheeted rock was brought to a perpendicular;
when it was grappled by the men with might and main, lifted clear from its
bed, and thrust aside, letting the sunlight down upon the bottom of the
cave through a chasm nearly large enough to permit two men to jump in
abreast. There was now a dead pause; and all eyes were turned on the chasm
in silent and trembling expectation. But nothing appearing, the hunter and
ex-sheriff crept down prostrate to the brink of the chasm, and worked their
heads cautiously below, to get a fuller view of the interior. After
looking, with slightly varied positions, about a minute, they both rose and
came up on the bank; when the ex-sheriff, turning to the hunter, softly
said:
"He is there. I caught sight of his legs standing in a corner near the
mouth of the cave. Did _you_ get a view?"
"Yes, a better one than that; I saw his legs, and as much of his body as I
could without bringing my _own_ head within the line of his eyes. He stands
there on the watch, with cocked rifle pointing to this opening, while he
has a dirk within his left hand grasping the rifle, and I think a pistol
within his other hand, held in a similar manner. I can read his plan."
"What is it, as _you_ read it?"
"To take the first that enters with his rifle, pistol the second, make a
rush through the rest, and stab as he goes."
"About the truth, probably. But what is to be done? Shall you and I leap
down, make a spring upon him, and stand our chance?"
"Why,--yes," replied the hunter, with a little hesitation; "yes, if we
can't do better than throw away one good life, at least, for a bad one. But
if we could contrive to divert his attention suddenly to the mouth of the
cave--"
"You are right! Stay here a moment, and I will put matters in train to
carry out your suggestion," eagerly interrupted Turner, taking the sheriff
confidentially aside.
In a few minutes the determined ex-sheriff followed by four or five stout,
resolute men, whose special assistance he had bespoken for the occasion,
returned to the side of the hunter, and said:
"Get down there in your old position, where you can watch his movements.
They have gone down to unblock the mouth of the cave outside, and make a
feint of entering. If they succeed in drawing his fire, I will take that as
a signal,--if not, then you give me the word, at the right moment, when his
head, and with it naturally his rifle, is turned to the supposed new point
of attack, and I will leap down and make a spring to get within the line of
the muzzle before he can fire; and, the instant I disappear, you and these
men follow, and be close on my heels for the grapple."
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