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 hunter then edged down to his former place of observation, where he
lay, while Turner sat crouching on the brink ready for the leap, narrowly
watching the movements of the dreaded foe within, who was seen to be still
standing motionless in the same position as before. Presently the movements
of those outside the old entrance of the cavern, as they began cautiously
to remove the blockading stones, became clearly audible, and soon a few
straggling rays of light began to gleam into the interior from that
direction. On perceiving these indications, the wary desperado began, for
the first time, to exhibit signs of uneasiness. Slightly changing his
position, he glanced rapidly from the already half-cleared entrance in
front to the chasm just opened through the top in the rear. But neither
seeing or hearing any thing that led him to expect any assault, except from
the front, and evidently supposing it was now the intention of his
assailants to drive him up through the top opening, to be seized as he came
out, he drew back a step, and, turning the muzzle of his rifle towards the
mouth of the cave, stood ready to fire upon the first who should make his
appearance. This movement was not lost on the keenly-watching, hunter, who
saw that it afforded a fair chance for a successful surprise; and he once
parted his lips to give the signal for the onset. But, perceiving from the
incoming light that the mouth of the cave was cleared from its
obstructions, he ventured to await the effect of the feint now momentarily
expected from that quarter. He had judged wisely. The delay was not in
vain. A rustling sound, seeming to come from some one squeezing through the
entrance, was now heard; and soon a dark object, resembling the head and
shoulders of a man, making slow and cautious advances, was fully protruded
into the cavern; when, suddenly, the whole ledge shook with the stunning
report of a rifle, and the next moment, Turner, Phillips, and their chosen
backers, had all disappeared in the cloud of smoke that came pouring up
through the chasm. Quick, heavy, muffled sounds, as of fiercely-grappling
tigers, instantly came from within. And within another minute, the
stentorian voice of the daring leader of the onset was heard, shouting for
the hand-cuffs and fetters.
The fierce siege was over. The desperate intentions and giant strength of
the besieged, after a brief but terrible struggle, had been thwarted and
overcome by the intrepidity and equal strength of the ex-sheriff; and he,
now firmly clenched round the body, and held down, with every limb in the
vise-like grasp of his iron-fisted captors, lay disarmed, helpless, and
panting on the ground.
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