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
But it is not our intention to follow either of these pairs, or now
distinct parties, of adventurous woodsmen, in the general routine of
their camp life,--in their solitary and almost daily marches among
the tangled wilds, from their inner to outer camps; their toils and
fatigues on the way; their pleasant meetings at the ends of their
ranges at night, to recount the adventures of the day, and lodge
together; their heats and their colds, their dark hours and their
bright ones, their curious experiences and startling encounters with
wild animals; and finally their varying success in realizing the
objects of their expedition, through the successive scenes of the next
nine or ten weeks, where
----“rifle flashed,
The grim bear hushed its savage howl,
In blood and foam the panther gnashed
Its fangs with dying howl;
The fleet deer ceased its flying bound,
Its snarling wolf-foe bit the ground,
And, with its moaning cry,
The beaver sank beneath the wound,
Its pond-built Venice by.”
Suffice it to say, that they were all blest with uninterrupted health
and increasing vigor, in realization of the favorite theory of Carvil,
in relation to the invigorating and fattening principle of the
super-abounding oxygen of the woods. They all highly enjoyed their
wild life, and were, even beyond their most sanguine expectations,
successful in their aggregate acquisitions of peltries and all kinds of
game. Gaut Gurley, whose unremitted attention and apparent faithfulness
in the duties of his post soon disarmed the distrusting, came round
punctually, every week, supplied them with all they needed, and, while
reporting his own good success, in his short ranges in the vicinity
of his head-quarters encampment, seemed greatly gratified at the
continued successes of all the rest, and exultingly bore off their
furs for curing and safe storage with the rich and rapidly-increasing
collection at his camp; setting the mark of their collected value,
the last time he came round, at upwards of a thousand dollars, and
encouraging them with the hope that, probably, before any change would
occur in the weather which would compel them to relinquish the business
and return to the settlement, a much larger sum would be realized from
their exertions. And, in view of this gratifying condition of their
affairs, the company at large--as winter at the farthest could not be
very distant--now began to anticipate, with much satisfaction, the time
when they should return to their families, to gladden them with their
welcome presence, and, from the fruits of their enterprise, make such
unlooked-for pecuniary additions to the means of domestic comfort and
happiness.
CHAPTER XV.
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