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 officer now paused; and all listened; but no sound came from
the cave. The summons was then repeated, in a still louder and more
determined tone of voice. And this time a sound, resembling the growl
of a chafed tiger, was heard within, belching out a volley of muttered
curses, and ending with the distinguishable words of defiance:
“If you want me, come and take me; and we will see who dies first.”
“Your blood be on your own head, then, obstinate wretch!” exclaimed the
excited officer. “Men, prepare to throw a volley of bullets into that
cavern. Ready--aim--fire!”
The single report of a half-dozen exploding muskets instantly followed
the word, ringing out and reverberating along the mountain like the
shock of a field-piece; while, with the dying sound, a hoarse shout of
derisive laughter from the cave greeted the ears of the awe-struck and
shuddering company around.
“There is no use in that,” said the hunter, who had followed and
posted himself a little in the rear of the besieging party, under the
apprehension that the besieged might make a rush out of his retreat,
in the smoke and confusion consequent on the firing,--“there is no
use in any thing of that kind. The entrance, after the first four or
five feet, suddenly expands into quite a large space, into one of the
corners of which he could easily step, as he doubtless did just now,
and be safe against a regiment of rifles from without.”
“Then we will smoke him out!” fiercely exclaimed the sheriff,
recovering from his astonishment at finding the culprit had not been
annihilated, and beginning to be enraged at seeing himself and his
authority thus alike despised; “we will smoke him out, like a burrowed
wild beast, and soon convince the scoffing villain that we are not to
be foiled in this manner. Hillo, there, below! gather and bring up here
at least a cart-load of dry and green boughs.”
With eager alacrity the throng below sprang to do the bidding of the
officer; and, in a short time, they came clambering up the steeps,
with their shouldered loads of mingled material, to the post occupied
by the advanced party; who took, and, keeping as much as possible out
of the range of the entrance, carried them up, and threw them over the
next shelf on to the little level space lying around the mouth of the
cavern. This process was briskly continued, till a pile as large as a
haycock was raised against the upright ledge through which the cave
opened by a low narrow mouth at the bottom. A fire was then struck, a
pine knot kindled, and held ready for the intended application; when
the sheriff, proclaiming to the desperate object of these fearful
preparations what was in store for him, commanded him once more, and
for the last time, to surrender. But, receiving no reply, he then,
ordering the men to stand ready with poles to scatter the material the
moment the victim should cry for mercy, seized the flaming brand and
hurled it into the most combustible part of the pile before him.
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