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
But this part of the voyage was marked with an unexpected adventure, and
one which seemed destined to lead to the operation of new and singular
moral agencies, both in the near and more distant future, having an
important bearing on the fate and fortunes of young Elwood. They had
reached the last and most difficult of all the rapids yet encountered, and
were resting, preparatory to the anticipated struggle, in a smooth piece of
water under the lee of a huge rock, on either side of which the divided
stream rushed in two foam-covered torrents, with the force and swiftness of
a mill-race; when they were startled by the shrill exclamations of a female
voice, in tones indicative of surprise and alarm. The sounds, which came
from some unseen point not far above them in the stream, were evidently
drawing near at a rapid rate. Presently a small Indian canoe, with a single
female occupant, whose youth and beauty, even in the distance, were
apparent, shot swiftly into view, and came tossing and whirling down the
stream, unguided, and wholly at the mercy of the crooked and raging
currents along which it was borne with the speed of the wind. The
imperilled maiden uttered a cry of joy at the appearance of our voyagers,
and held up the handle of a broken oar, to indicate to them at once the
cause of her fearful dilemma and need of assistance.
"I will throw her one of our paddles, and she will best take care of
herself," hurriedly exclaimed the hunter, seizing the implement, and
awaiting her nearest approach to throw it within her reach.
The critical point was the next instant reached, but the hunter, in his
nervous anxiety and haste, made his throw a little too soon and with too
much force. The paddle struck directly under the prow of the canoe, and
shot beyond, far out of reach of the expectant maiden's extended hands.
Another oar was hurled after her, with no better effect; when, for the
first time, a shade of despair passed over her agitated countenance; for
she saw herself rapidly drifting directly into the jaws of a wild and
fearful labyrinth of breakers not fifty yards below, where, in all
probability, her fragile canoe would be dashed to pieces, and herself
thrown against the slippery and jagged rock, drawn down, and lost. Claud,
who had witnessed, with trembling anxiety, the hunter's vain attempts to
place the means of self-preservation in the hands of the maiden, and who
now perceived, in their full light, the perils of the path to which she was
helplessly hastening, could restrain his generous impulses no longer; and,
quickly throwing off his hat and coat, he leaped overboard, dashed headlong
into the current, and struck boldly down it to overtake the receding canoe.
"Hold! madness! They will both perish together!" rapidly exclaimed the
hunter, surprised and alarmed at the rash attempt of his young companion.
"But I will share in their dangers,--perhaps save them, yet."
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