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 have him!” said Turner, with a determined look. “If we can’t
tear away the rocks with bars and sledges, we will send off for a
barrel of gunpowder to blow them open; and if that fails, I will go
into the cave, myself, and if I don’t snake him out before I’ve done
with him, he must be a harder customer than it has ever yet been my lot
to encounter.”
By this time the hunter had returned, and now pointed out the best way
to the place of which they were in quest; when the sheriff, ex-sheriff,
and their respective followers, preceded by their guide, commenced
forcing their passage along the craggy cliffs; and, within ten minutes,
they found themselves standing on the off-set forming the rocky roofing
of the cavern. The appearance of the place was much more favorable for
the proposed attempt at excavation than any of them had anticipated.
From the front face of the rock, which was pierced by the mouth of
the cave at the bottom, and which presented a perpendicular of about
fifteen feet, the topmost stones rapidly fell off to a depression over
the centre of the cave, which, it was at once seen, must greatly reduce
the depth of rock to be removed or broken up, before reaching the
interior. And, in addition to this encouraging discovery, the rocks in
and around this depression, through which the smoke was yet visibly
oozing, appeared to be detached from the main ledge, and, though heavy,
such as might be removed by appliances at command. Still, there was a
formidable mass to be disrupted and removed before an entrance could
be effected in that direction. But the men, impatient of inaction,
and eager to be doing something to forward the common object,--like
all bodies of excited people anxious to coöperate, but unable to
decide on a course of action,--scarcely waited to be told what was
wanted, before they all sprang to the work with that resistless union
of faith and exertions which requires no intervention of miracles to
remove mountains. The moss, earth, decayed wood, and all else of the
loose covering of rocks, quickly disappeared under their busy hands or
rapidly-plied implements. The smaller stones and broken fragments, as
soon as loosened or beat off by the bars and sledges, were seized and
hurled in showers over the surrounding ledges; the larger ones, when
started from their beds by the long heavy prys, were grappled with the
united strength of all that could get to them, rolled up, pitched over
the precipice in front, and sent bounding and crashing down the gorge
below. And the whole forest resounded with the din of their heavy blows
and the mingling sounds of their varied labors.
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