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
Near the centre of an opening of perhaps a dozen acres, about a mile from
where the sinuous Androscoggin debouches full grown, like Minerva from the
head of Jupiter, from its parent reservoir, the picturesque Umbagog, stood
a newly rigged log house, of dimensions and finish which indicated more
taste and enterprise than is usually exhibited in the rude habitations of
the first settlers. It was a story and a half high, and the walls were
built of solid pine timber, originally roughly hewed, but recently dressed
down with broad axe over the whole outward and inner surfaces so smoothly
that, at a little distance, they presented, with their still visible seams,
more the appearance of the wainscoting of some costly cottage than the
humble log cabin. The building had also been newly shingled, new doors
supplied, the windows enlarged, the yard around leveled off, with other
improvements, of a late date, betokening considerable ambition for
appearance, and considerable outlay of means, for so new a place, to fit up
a tidy and comfortable abode for the occupants. In the surrounding field
were patches of growing maize, wheat, potatoes, and some of the common
table vegetables; the hay crop for the winter sustenance of the only cow
and yoke of oxen, the best friends of the new settler, having been just cut
and stored in an adjoining log-building, as was evident from the fresh look
of the stubble, and the stray straws hanging to the slivered stumps or
bushes in the field, and from the fragrant and far-scenting locks
protruding from the upper and lower windows of the well-crammed receptacle
passing under the name of barn. Beyond this little opening, and bounding it
on every side, stood the encircling wall of woods, through and over which
gleamed the bright waters of the far-spreading Umbagog on the north; while
all around, towering up in their green glories, rose, one above another,
the amphitheatric hills, till their lessening individual forms were lost,
or mingled in the vision with the lofty summits of the distant White
Mountains in the south and west, and of the bold detached eminences which
shot up from the dark wilderness and studded the horizon in all other
directions.
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