The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine ForestsThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
“I cannot but appreciate and honor your delicacy,” returned Mrs.
Elwood, with a look of mingled admiration and respect. “I think you
must be an excellent girl; and I will accept your present,--yes,
thankfully,--and never forget the manner in which it was bestowed.”
“Your words are in my heart, lady. I came, feeling much doubtful; I
return, much happy,” said the maiden, rising to depart.
“Do not go yet,” interposed the matron, who was beginning to feel a
lively interest in the other; “do not go yet. Claud should know you are
here. I will call him,” she added, starting for the door.
“O no, no,--do not, do not. He would not wish to be troubled by one
like me,” hurriedly entreated the maiden, with a look of alarmed
delicacy.
“O, you are mistaken. He would be pleased to see you, and expect to
be called,” said Mrs. Elwood, in a tone of gentle remonstrance, while
pausing at the unexpected objection. “But it is unnecessary; for I see
that he is already coming, and in a moment will be here,” she added,
glancing out of the window.
Having made the announcement, she turned encouragingly to the maiden,
to reassure her, believing her request that Claud should not be called
in proceeded entirely from over-diffidence. But one glance of her quick
and searching eye was sufficient to apprise the former that there was
a deeper cause for those tender alarms. The cheeks of the beautiful
girl were deeply suffused with crimson, her bosom was heaving wildly,
and her whole frame was trembling like an aspen. As her eyes met the
surprised gaze of the matron, she became conscious that her looks had
betrayed the secret she was the most anxious to conceal; and she cast
an imploring look on the face of the other, as if to entreat the mercy
of shielding the weakness.
Mrs. Elwood understood the silent appeal; and, approaching and laying
her hand gently on the shoulder of the other, said, in a low, kindly
tone:
“Have no fears. You have made a friend of me.”
The girl silently removed the hand, brought it to her lips, and, as
a bright tear-drop fell upon it, kissed it eagerly. The two then
separated, and resumed their respective seats, to compose themselves
before the expected entrance should be made.
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