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
bushes, as he ran at right angles, with all his might, directly through
the space between me and the painter, which, I saw, was now just
beginning to advance towards me, but which, to my great relief, had
seen and was turning in pursuit of the flying and frightened bear.
“But still, fearing he would give up that pursuit, and again take after
me, I ran for the river, which I at length reached, and threw myself
exhausted down on the bank. As it happened, I had struck the river
exactly at the intended point, which was where a small sand-island had
been thrown up in the middle of the stream. To this island, in case
I kept out of the claws and jaws of the painter till I reached the
river, I had calculated to wade; believing, from what I knew of the
repugnance of this class of animals to water, that he would not follow
me, or, if he did, I need not fail of shooting him dead while coming
through the stream. But I soon found that _I_ was not the only one that
had thought of this island, in our terrible extremity.
“I had lain but a few minutes on the bank, before I caught the sounds
of near and more distant footfalls approaching apace through the forest
above me. Starting up, I cocked my rifle, and darted behind a bush near
the edge of the water, and had scarcely gained the stand, when the same
bear that I had left fleeing before the painter, made his appearance a
few rods above me, coming full jump down the bank, plunging into the
stream, and swimming and rushing amain for the island. As soon as he
could clear the water, he galloped up to the highest part of his new
refuge, and commenced digging, in hot haste, a hole in the sand. The
instant he had made an excavation large and deep enough to hold his
body and sink it below the surface, he threw himself in on his back,
hurriedly scratched the sand at the sides a little over his belly and
shoulders, and lay still, with his paws stiffly braced upwards.
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