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 conversation between the happy pair was here interrupted by the
appearance of a boat putting off from the frigate, under the charge of a
midshipman; who, having come on board and inquired out Elwood, now
approached and presented him a letter, saying, as he departed, it was from
the pirate prisoner, and would doubtless require no answer.
The greatly surprised young man tore open the letter, and, in company with
his wife, read, with mingled emotions of pain and indignation, the
following singular but characteristic compound of malicious vaunt and
shameless confession:
"To CLAUD ELWOOD:--My career is ended, at last. Well, I have the
satisfaction of knowing that I have been nobody's fool nor nobody's tool.
Early perceiving that nine out of ten were only the stupid instruments of
the tenth man, the world over, I resolved to go into the system, and did,
and improved on it so as to make _nineteen_ out of _twenty_ tools to
_me_,--that is all. I have no great fault to find with men generally,
though I always despised the whole herd; for I knew that, if they used me
well, it was only because they dared not do otherwise. I don't write this,
however, to preach upon that, but to let you know another thing, to chew
upon.
"You call me a murderer; and I want to tell you that _you_ are the _son_ of
a murderer, and therefore stand on a par with my family, even at that. Your
father, when we used to operate together in smuggling, being once hard
chased, on an out-of-the-way road, by one of the custom-house crew, knocked
him down with a club, and finished with the blow, to save a thousand
dollars' worth of silk. But I sacredly kept his secret; yes, even to this
day, besides making one good fortune for him, and being on the point of
making him another. And yet he betrayed and turned against me. Yes, in that
affair about the missing peltries, he betrayed me, out and out, and spoilt
every thing. That was his unpardonable sin, with me. I resolved he should
die for it; and he _did_. I didn't want to kill you, but couldn't suffer
you to become a witness. No, I never had any thing against you, except for
allowing matters to take the turn that drove my daughter to anticipate you
in breaking off the match. But it was just as well, as it turned out. Avis,
in the position of _lady abbess_ of a convent in one of your eastern
cities, which it is settled she will have, will stand quite as high, I
guess, as in the position of lady Elwood.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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