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
to sputter and gibber away at a great rate, making his fore-paws go
like the hands of some over-heated orator; now motioning respectfully
towards the judge, and now spitefully towards the prisoners, as if he
was making bitter accusations, and demanding judgment against them.
After this old fellow had got through, two or three others, in turn,
came forward, and appeared also to be holding forth about the matter,
but in a far milder manner than the other, which I now began much
to dislike for his spitefulness, and in the same proportion to pity
the two poor objects of his evident malice. There was then another
long and silent pause, after which, the judge proceeded to utter what
appeared to be his sentence; and, having brought it to a conclusion,
he gave a rap with his tail on the ground. At this signal, the beavers
in the ranks advanced, one after another, in rapid succession toward
the prisoners, and, circling round them once, turned and gave each
one of them a tremendous blow with their tails over the head and
shoulders; and so the heavy blows rapidly fell, whack, whack, whack,
till every beaver had taken his part in the punishment, and till
the poor prisoners keeled over, and lay nearly or quite dead on the
ground. The judge beaver then quietly left his stand and went off; and,
following his example, all the rest scattered and disappeared, except
the spiteful old fellow that had so raised my dislike, by the rancor he
displayed in pressing his accusations, and, afterwards, by giving the
culprits an extra blow, when it came his turn to strike them. He now
remained on the ground till all the rest were out of sight, when,--as
if to make sure of finishing what little remains of life the others,
in their compunction, might have left in the victims, so as to give
them, if they were not quite killed by the terrible bastinadoing they
had received, a chance to revive and crawl off,--he ran up, and began
to belabor them with the greatest fury over the head. This mean and
malicious addition to the old fellow’s previously unfair conduct was
too much for me to witness, and I instantly drew my rifle and laid him
dead beside the bodies he was so rancorously beating. Wading the stream
below the dam, I hastened to my prizes, finished their last struggles
with a stick, seized them by their tails, and dragged them to the spot
I had just left; and then, after concealing my traps, with the view
of waiting a few days before I set them, so as to give the society a
chance to get settled, I tugged the game I had so strangely come by,
home to camp, where a more particular examination showed them to be the
three largest and best-furred beavers I had ever taken.
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