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
"Excuse me," replied Claud, "excuse me if I say, Miss Fluella, as Mr.
Phillips calls you, that you have already expressed, and in the finest
terms, far more than I am entitled to; so let that pass, and tell us how
your mishap occurred?"
"O, naturally enough, though rather stupidly," responded the other,
regaining her ease and usually animated manner. "You must know that I
sometimes play the Indian girl, in doing my father's trouting. And, having
rowed down to the rapids this morning for that purpose, I ran my canoe on
to a rock, up here at the head of the falls, and threw into an eddy below,
till I had taken a supply. But, like other folks, I must have the _one
more_,--a large one I had seen playing round my hook; and, in my eagerness
to take him, I did not notice that my canoe had slipped off the rock till I
found it drifting down the current. I seized my oar, but, with the first
blow in the water it snapt in my hands. You know the rest, unless, perhaps,
the number of fish I caught," she added, pointing to a string of fine trout
still lying safely in the bottom of her canoe.
"Brave girl!" exclaimed the hunter, going up to the boat with Claud, to
inspect the fish, which they had not before noticed. "A good ten pounds,
and fine ones, too. Claud shall remain here while I go a piece up the lake
for a deer, and follow your example, except the race down the rapids; but
that he can't do, for I shall take our canoe with me, and make him fish
from the shore, which will be just as well. Are you agreed to that
arrangement, young man?"
This proposition being accepted, and it being also settled by common
consent that no further attempt should, at this time, be made to ascend the
remaining rapids with either of the boats the hunter and Claud, accompanied
by the light-footed Fluella, took up her canoe and set off with it, along
shore, towards a convenient landing in the lake above, then not more than
sixty or seventy rods distant. In a short time the proposed landing was
reached, and the boat let down into the water. The maiden, with an easy and
sprightly movement, then flung herself into her seat, and, with a paddle
hastily whittled for her out of a piece of drift-wood, by the ever ready
hunter, sent her little craft in a curving sweep into the lake; when,
facing round to her preservers, while a sweet and grateful smile broke over
her dimpling features, she bade and bowed them adieu, and went bounding
over the undulating waves towards her home, on an island some miles
distant, near the southeastern border of this romantic sheet of water.
"Can it be," half-soliloquized Claud, as he stood rivetting his wondering
gaze on the beauteous figure, which, gracefully bowing with the
lightly-dipping oar, was receding from his rapt view, and gradually melting
away in the distance; "can it be that she is but a mere Indian girl, one of
those wild, untutored children of the forest?"
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