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
men of great physical powers, by any misapplication of his efforts. He
seemed perfectly to understand the business in which they were engaged;
and, while all wondered, though no one knew, where he had received his
training for such work, it was soon, by common consent, decided that he was
much the most efficient hand on the ground, many even going so far as to
declare that his equal was never before seen in that part of the country.
"You see that, don't you, captain?" said Codman, coming up close to Elwood,
and speaking in a half whisper, as he pointed to Gaut Gurley, who, having
noticed two of the stoutest of the hands vainly trying to roll up a large
log, rushed forward, and, bidding them stand aside, threw it up
single-handed without appearing to exert half his strength. "You see that,
don't you, captain?" he repeated, with an air of mingled wonder and
waggishness. "Now, what do you think of my story, and the great, stout,
black-looking devil that came, on reading the first chapter, and made the
big stones fly so?"
"I haven't thought much about it," carelessly replied Elwood, evidently
wishing not to appear to understand the allusion of the other. "But why do
you ask such a question?"
"Don't know myself, it's a fact; but I happened to be thinking of things.
But say, captain, you haven't been reading any chapters in any strange book
yourself, lately, have you?" said Codman, with a queer look.
"No, I guess not," replied Elwood, laughingly, though visibly annoyed by
the subject.
"No? Nor none of the family?" persisted the other, glancing towards Claud
Elwood, who was standing near by. "Well, I wish I knew what put that story
into my head, when I let it off this morning. It is de-ive-lish queer, at
any rate, considering." So saying, he walked off to his work, croaking like
a rooster at some questionable object.
Although none of the settlers present seemed disposed to attribute the
extraordinary physical powers, which Gaut Gurley had so unmistakably shown,
to any supernatural agency, as the trapper, Codman, whose other
singularities were not without a smart sprinkling of superstition, was
obviously inclining to do, yet those powers were especially calculated, as
may well be supposed of men of their class, to make a strong impression on
the minds of them all, and invest the possessor with an importance which,
in their eyes, he could in no other way obtain. Accordingly he soon came to
be looked upon as the lion of the day, and suddenly thus acquired, for the
time being, as he doubtless shrewdly calculated he could do in this way, a
consequence and influence of which no other man could boast, perhaps, in
the whole settlement.
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