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
While all who could find room to work on the excavation were thus
briskly pushing forward their operations, a smaller party were engaged
in beating down the rocky battlement in front; and so vigorously and
successfully were the efforts of these also directed, that, in a short
time, the top was so lowered, and the seamy rocks so split down, that,
with the mass of stones thrown over, a path of easy descent was formed
from the top, down to the shelf below, on one side of the mouth of the
cave; which was now securely blocked up, and closely invested by the
party previously stationed in near vicinity to guard it.
Thus bravely, and with no token of faltering at the obstacles which
they frequently encountered, and which sometimes required their
greatest exertions to overcome, did these strong-armed and determined
men push on their herculean labors, for the space of nearly two hours;
when suddenly a shout of exultation rose from those at work lowest down
in the excavation, and the next moment the voice of the ex-sheriff was
heard exclaiming to those around him:
“Courage, men! the game is nearly unkenneled. I have driven my bar
through, and the hole is so large that the bar has slipped from my
hands and gone to the bottom!”
The excitement now became intense; and all crowded round the rim of
the excavation, and, with uneasy looks and hushed voices, eagerly
peered down into the dimly-visible perforation at the bottom; while
those already within the excavated basin began, with beating hearts,
carefully loosening and pulling out the shivered and detached stones,
lying around the small aperture just effected, and continued the
process until all the outer edges of the broad, thin rock, which the
crow-bar had perforated, and which appeared to form the lower or
interior layer of the roofing of the cavern, were fully laid bare, and
brought within the reach of the outstretched arms of those bending down
to grasp them. A dozen brawny hands were then seen securing their grip
on one side of the rock; when, at the word of the sheriff, a sudden
pull was made with a force that raised the whole mass nearly a foot
from its bed.
“It comes bravely!” said the sheriff. “Now fix yourselves for another
pull; while two or three of you above there come forward with your
rifles, and stand with them levelled at the hole, as we open it,
lest the desperate dog make a rush before we are prepared. Now all
together,--there, now!”
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