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
the attempt, the bright glare of an ascending blaze, shooting fiercely
through the thickets before them, greeted their gladdened eyes, and put
them on exertions that soon brought them rejoicing into the comfortable
quarters of their almost equally gratified friends and comrades; where
it was at once decided that, instead of proceeding to their own camp,
to build a fire and lodge, they should turn in for the night.
After some time passed in the animated and cheery interchange of
inquiries and opinions, which usually succeeds on the meeting of
anxiously-sought or expected friends, Claud and Phillips, having by
this time warmed and measurably rested themselves, took hold with
Carvil and Mark Elwood in dressing and cooking for supper and for
breakfast the next morning, Claud’s goose, and a pair of fine ducks
from a flock which the two latter had encountered just before reaching
camp that afternoon; and, after completing this process with their
good supply of game, and the more agreeable one of eating so much
of it as served for a hearty supper, they drew up an extra quantity
of fuel for the large fire which they felt it would be necessary to
keep up through the night; and then, seating themselves in camp, went
into an earnest consultation on the measures and movements next to be
taken. When, in view of the lateness of the season, coupled as it was
with the alarming portents of an immediate storm, which they had all
noticed, it was unanimously determined that they should embark, early
next morning, for head-quarters on the Maguntic, where Gaut Gurley,
instead of preparing to come round again, as was now nearly his usual
time to do, would, under the altered aspect of things, doubtless be
awaiting them, and making arrangements for the return of all to the
settlement. Then, building up a fire of solid logs, for long burning,
the tired woodsmen drew up their bough-pillows towards the entrance
of the camp, so as to bring their feet near the fire, closely wrapped
their thick blankets around them, lay down, and were soon buried in
sound slumber. And it was well for them that they were thus early
taking their needed rest; for, soon after midnight, they were awakened
by the lively undulations of the piercing cold air that was driving
and whistling through the sides of their camp, and by the puffs of
suffocating smoke that the eddying winds were ever and anon driving
from their fire directly into their faces. One after another they rose,
and ran out to see what had caused the, to them, sudden change that had
occurred in the air since they went to sleep. And they were not long
in ascertaining the truth. The expected storm had set in, with that
low, deep commotion of the elements, and that slowly gathering impetus,
which, as may often be noted at the commencement of great storms, was
but the too certain prelude of its increase and duration. The fine snow
was sifting down apace to the already whitened ground, and the rising
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