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
And, lastly, Gaut Gurley, whose infernal scheming and revolting atrocities
have been so inseparably interwoven with the main incidents of our story,
broke jail, on the night preceding the day set for his final trial, by
digging through the thick stone wall of his prison, with implements
evidently furnished from without, leaving bloody traces of his difficult
egress through the hardly sufficient hole he had effected for the purpose;
and, though instant search was everywhere made for him, he was not, to the
sad disappointment of the thousands intending to be in at the hanging,
anywhere to be found or heard of in the country. And the mystery of his
retreat, and the still unexplained mystery of his strange and ruinous
influence over the man whom he at last so flagitiously murdered, were not
cleared up until years afterwards.
SEQUEL.
It was a terrible storm. The wind, with all the awful accompaniments of
rain, hail, rattling thunders, and fiercely glaring lightnings, had burst
down upon the liquid plains of the startled deep, in all the fury of a
tropical tornado. The black heavens were in terrific commotion above; and
the smitten and resilient waters, as if to escape the impending wrath of
the aroused sister elements, were fleeing in galloping mountains athwart
the surface of the boiling ocean, beneath.
Could aught human, or aught of human construction, be here, now, and
survive? It would seem an utter impossibility; and yet it was so. Amidst
all this deafening din of battling elements, that were filling the heavens
with their uproar and lashing the darkened ocean into wild fury and
commotion, a staunch-built West India merchant-ship was seen, now madly
plunging into the troughs of the sea, and now quivering like a feather on
the towering waves, or scudding through the flying spray with fearful
velocity before the howling blast.
On her flush deck, and lashed to the helm, with the breaking waves dashing
around his feet, and the water dripping from the close cap and
tightly-buttoned pea-jacket in which he was garbed, stood her gallant
master, in the performance of a duty which he, true to his responsibility,
would intrust to no other, in such an hour as this,--that of guiding his
storm-tossed bark among the frightful billows that were threatening every
instant, to engulf her. Thus swiftly onward drove the seemingly devoted
ship, strained, shivering, and groaning beneath the terrible power of the
gale, like an over-ridden steed, as she dashed, yet unharmed, through the
mist and spray and constantly-breaking white caps of the wildly-rolling
deep; thus onward sped she, for the full space of two hours, when the wind
gradually lulled, and with it the deafening uproar subsided. Presently a
young, well-dressed gentleman made his appearance on deck, amidships, and,
having noted a while the now evident subsidence of the tempest, slowly and
carefully, from one grasped rope to another, made his way to the side of
the captain, at the wheel.
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