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
“We will,” said the opposite counsel; “and I request the court to take
it all down, together with the prisoner’s exclamations of _traitor_,
etc., which involves, indirectly, an admission that I shall remark on
in the argument. Yes, let all this be noted carefully. It is important.
It goes to show the previous design, which, coupled with the identified
furs, is, I trust the court will see, sufficient to fix the crime on
the respondent, beyond all doubt or question.”
“We will soon show you how much you will make out of your identified
furs,” rejoined the other lawyer, with a confident and defiant air.
“Have you witnesses to introduce on the part of the defence?” asked the
court.
“Yes, your honor; but our most important one has not yet arrived. We
are expecting him every minute.”
At that moment, a shout of surprise and laughter, together with an
unusual commotion in the yard, arrested the attention of all in the
court-room; and they mostly rushed to the door or windows to ascertain
the cause, when they were amused to behold the young Indian, Tomah,
driving into the yard, with his moose harnessed to a pung or sledge,
of his own rigging up, on which--with reins and whip in hand--he sat
as jauntily as a coachman, and almost with the same ease, apparently,
brought his strange steed to a stand before the door.
“Our witness has come!” exclaimed Gaut’s lawyer, exultingly. “Mr.
Sheriff, send out and bring him in. We will now dispose of this
miserable prosecution, in short metre.”
In a few minutes Tomah entered the room, and, readily
comprehending,--from a knowledge of the usages of courts he had
obtained during his residence in the villages of the whites,--what was
expected of him, now demurely advanced in front of the magistrate,
raised his hand, and received the oath of a witness. He was then shown
the lot of furs that had been identified by the hunters present, his
attention directed to the peculiar marks by which part of them had been
distinguished, and he was asked if he had ever seen these furs, and
noticed the marks on them, before.
“Yes, think so,” replied Tomah, quietly, as he rapidly handled every
large skin, and each parcel of the smaller ones, keenly noting the
palpable marks shown him on the former, and every tie confining
together the latter. “Yes; here bullet-holes on otter; slit on this
beaver; cropt ear on that; little fat back of fore-legs on rest of
beaver; wickape strings on that bunch sable; elm-bark tie on that; and
beech twigs on that. Yes, seen ’em all.”
“Where? And how do you know the furs? Tell the court all about it,”
said Gaut’s lawyer, as an exultant smile played over his sardonic
features.
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