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
"No trouble about that. You have salt pork?"
"A good supply."
"Corn meal?"
"Yes; and wheat flour, with fine new potatoes."
"All right. I will take care of the rest. I will take the young man, here,
into my largest canoe, to-morrow morning, if he be so disposed, and we will
go up the lake, perhaps into the upper lake, and it will be a strange case
if we don't return at night with fish, and I think flesh, enough to victual
the company; and, in the mean time, my women will come up and be on hand
to-morrow and next day, to help Mrs. Elwood do the baking and cooking."
The friendly movement of the neighbors, thus announced, was not, of course,
to be opposed or questioned by those for whose benefit it was intended, any
further than Mr. Elwood had done in relation to his ability to entertain
the company so well as their kindness deserved. Mr. Elwood and his son,
indeed, who had been dreading the hard job of clearing off their land, were
greatly gratified at the unexpected kindness. And even Mrs. Elwood, pained
and annoyed as she was by the part taken by Gaut Gurley, whose only motive
she believed was to gain some advantage for meditated evil, entered
cheerfully into the affair, and joined her husband in handsome expressions
of acknowledgment to the hunter, and assurances of doing their best to
provide properly for the company. The matter was therefore considered as
settled; and the hunter departed, to call, as he had proposed, early the
next morning for Claud, for an excursion up the lake, to procure fresh
provisions for the coming occasion.
The family were early astir the next morning, intent on their respective
duties in preparation for the appointed logging bee. They had scarcely
dispatched their breakfast, before the hunter, as he had promised, called
for Claud; when the two departed together, with their guns and fishing
gear, for the lake, whither we propose to accompany them.
"Well, now, let us settle the order of the day," said Phillips, after they
had reached the landing and deposited their luggage in the canoe selected
for the purpose.
"I am a companion of the voyage, to-day, and, as you know, but a learner in
these sports," responded Claud. "You have but to name your plan."
"Well, my plan is this: to steer across and get up the lake to the inlet
and rapids which connect this to the next upper lake, called by the Indians
the Molechunk-a-munk; up these rapids into that lake, where we will take a
row of a few hours, and home again by nightfall. In these rapids, going or
returning, we may safely count, at this season, on a plenty of trout; and,
on the borders of the lake beyond, I know of several favorite haunts of the
deer, one of which I propose to take into the canoe as ballast to steady it
for running the rapids, on our way back."
"What is the whole distance?"
"Four or five miles of this lake, as many of the river or rapids, and as
far into the upper lake as we please."
"You are laying out largely for one day, are you not?"
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