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
After they had finished their repast, they, at the suggestion of
Phillips and Codman, the only persons of the company who were familiar
with the lakes and country above, took up a question which they had
before discussed, without settling, but which, they were told by
the persons just named, must now, before proceeding any farther, be
definitely settled and understood. This question was that of the
expediency of establishing a general head-quarters for the season, by
building a large, storm-proof camp, and locating it at some central
point on the shore of one of the two great lakes opening still above
the one on which they were now about to embark. The object of this
was to insure the company comfortable quarters, to which they could
resort in case of falling sick, or encountering long storms, at which
their furs could be collected and more safely kept, their more cumbrous
stores left, and from which their provisions could be distributed, with
the least trouble and travel, to the smaller and more temporary camps
that each of the company, or any two of them, might make at the nearest
terminations, on the neighboring waters, of the different ranges of
woods they should select for their respective fields of operations.
The main part of the question, that of the necessity of establishing
general head-quarters, was at once, and unanimously, decided in the
affirmative. The remaining part, that of the most eligible location
for these quarters, was then fully discussed, and finally settled by
fixing the point of location about midway of the eastern side of the
Mooseeluk-maguntic, the next great lake above, and, counting from the
south, the third in this unique chain of secluded lakes and widely
clustering lakelets, through which the far-spanning Androscoggin pours
its vast volume of wild waters to the distant bosom of the welcoming
ocean.
“Wisely arranged,” remarked the hunter, at the close of the discussion.
“The next object in view, then, is to reach there this evening, in
season to work up something in the shape of a camp, that will serve for
the night, and until the good one we propose to build can be completed.”
“That can be done easily enough,” said Codman, “that is, if we will tax
our marrow-bones a little extra in pulling at the oars. The distance
over this lake, up the narrows, or river, and across the end of the
Maguntic to the mouth of that second stream we have talked of, can’t
be much more than a dozen miles, and all smooth sailing. Lord, yes!
if we put in like decent oarsmen, I warrant we make fetch come, so as
to be there by the sun an hour high, which will give time to build a
comfortable camp, and for cooking up the jolly good supper I’m thinking
to have, to pay us far all these sweats and hard pulls up these
confounded rapids and over these never-ending lakes.”
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