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
would then, at least, be peering out to ascertain the state of affairs
on the shore below. And the event soon showed the correctness of his
reasoning. As the brightening flushes of morning fell on the water, and
began to throw the reflected light on the face of the mountain, so as
to bring its darker recesses to view, the hunter’s practised ear soon
detected a movement within the cave; and presently the head, and then
the shoulders, of the wary outlaw rose gradually in sight against the
rocks, immediately over the low entrance.
“Yield yourself a prisoner, or die!” suddenly broke from the lips of
the concealed hunter.
Gaut cast a startled glance around him, and then instantly threw
himself to the ground, but barely in time to escape the bullet of the
exploding rifle below, which struck the rock in the exact spot that a
half-second before was darkened by the shade of his head and shoulders.
“Went through the hair on top of his head, I think, but missed his
skull by something like an inch, probably,” said the hunter, quickly
gliding down a few feet over the edge of the shelf, where he lay so
as to put a rock between him and the mouth of the cave. “But, on the
whole, I am glad of it; for I had rather see him go by the hand of the
hangman than my own.”
The hunter then quietly reloaded his rifle, and went down among his
excited companions; who, the ban of silence being now removed by his
example, came forward to talk over this unexpected and startling
incident of the morning, which had served the double purpose of
demonstrating to the former that Gaut would never surrender himself
a prisoner, and to the latter, the doubted fact that the object of
their search was there, as represented to them the evening before.
With the whole of them, indeed, the affair had now assumed a new
aspect. Phillips and Codman put their heads together, and began to
start and discuss various expedients for dislodging the intrenched
fugitive; while the others, in their excitement and agitation, walked
hurriedly about in their confined positions, speaking or thinking of
the desperate and dangerous struggle now likely soon to ensue in the
attempted capture, and anxiously awaiting the arrival of the sheriff
and the additional force, which, it was understood, he would rally and
bring on with him.
“They are coming!” at length cried one of the men from the cliff above;
“they are coming in troops, and in all directions.”
The men on shore now eagerly ran down to the farthest projecting rocks,
or on fallen trees extending into the water, to obtain unobstructed
views of the company thus announced to be approaching in the distance;
when, instead of the few they had expected, they beheld a whole fleet
of canoes emerging from the distant outlet below, and rowing with all
speed towards them; while, at the same time, another company of boats
was seen approaching from the settlement around the upper end of the
lake.
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