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
After standing in this manner till nearly noon, the company caught
sight of a scarcely-perceptible object on the water, in the direction
of the great inlet. And, although for some time it appeared like a
speck, as seen against the low, green fringe of the opposite and
far-distant shore, yet it at length so enlarged on the vision that
the form of a canoe and the gleam of flashing oars became distinctly
discernible. Soon a little variation in the line of approach brought
not only the canoe and the rowers, but another canoe in tow, plainly
in view; and then all knew that their painful suspense was about to be
ended. Another half-hour had to be passed by the company, who still
stood there in trembling expectation, awaiting the approach of the
canoes; when, as the latter now came within hailing distance, the
impatient hunter stepped down to the water’s edge, and called out:
“What news do you bring?”
“None! but we have brought the canoe.”
“I see; but have you made no discoveries?”
“None whatever.”
“No caps, packs, or bunches of furs washed up anywhere?”
“No, nothing. We examined thoroughly both shores of the rapids, and
found nothing, and no mark or sign of any thing about which any
conclusion could be formed respecting the manner the canoe got there.”
“But the oars?”
“We found them in the same flood-wood with the boat, and they appeared
as if they were thrown out of the canoe when it struck.”
The canoe, which was the object of scrutiny, and which had been injured
much less than had been supposed, a break in the upper part of the
bow being the only ruptured part, was now drawn up on the shore;
when Phillips, Codman, and Tomah took upon themselves to go into a
minute and careful inspection of every part of its outer and inner
surface, together with every appearance from which any inference having
the least bearing on the question at issue could be drawn by these
experienced and observing canoe-men.
“Men no leave oars in canoe, when go over falls,” at length observed
the Indian, standing back with the air of one who has satisfied himself
with an examination,--“no leave oars that way; have them out to use;
and then, when upset, drop ’em in the river; where get scattered, go
down, wash up different places, mile apart, may be,--not together,
right close side of canoe, likely. Don’t believe so much story, like
that come to.”
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