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 effort was made, and the sheeted rock was brought to a
perpendicular; when it was grappled by the men with might and main,
lifted clear from its bed, and thrust aside, letting the sunlight down
upon the bottom of the cave through a chasm nearly large enough to
permit two men to jump in abreast. There was now a dead pause; and all
eyes were turned on the chasm in silent and trembling expectation. But
nothing appearing, the hunter and ex-sheriff crept down prostrate to
the brink of the chasm, and worked their heads cautiously below, to
get a fuller view of the interior. After looking, with slightly varied
positions, about a minute, they both rose and came up on the bank; when
the ex-sheriff, turning to the hunter, softly said:
“He is there. I caught sight of his legs standing in a corner near the
mouth of the cave. Did _you_ get a view?”
“Yes, a better one than that; I saw his legs, and as much of his body
as I could without bringing my _own_ head within the line of his eyes.
He stands there on the watch, with cocked rifle pointing to this
opening, while he has a dirk within his left hand grasping the rifle,
and I think a pistol within his other hand, held in a similar manner. I
can read his plan.”
“What is it, as _you_ read it?”
“To take the first that enters with his rifle, pistol the second, make
a rush through the rest, and stab as he goes.”
“About the truth, probably. But what is to be done? Shall you and I
leap down, make a spring upon him, and stand our chance?”
“Why,--yes,” replied the hunter, with a little hesitation; “yes, if we
can’t do better than throw away one good life, at least, for a bad one.
But if we could contrive to divert his attention suddenly to the mouth
of the cave----”
“You are right! Stay here a moment, and I will put matters in train
to carry out your suggestion,” eagerly interrupted Turner, taking the
sheriff confidentially aside.
In a few minutes the determined ex-sheriff, followed by four or five
stout, resolute men, whose special assistance he had bespoken for the
occasion, returned to the side of the hunter, and said:
“Get down there in your old position, where you can watch his
movements. They have gone down to unblock the mouth of the cave
outside, and make a feint of entering. If they succeed in drawing his
fire, I will take that as a signal,--if not, then you give me the word,
at the right moment, when his head, and with it naturally his rifle, is
turned to the supposed new point of attack, and I will leap down and
make a spring to get within the line of the muzzle before he can fire;
and, the instant I disappear, you and these men follow, and be close on
my heels for the grapple.”
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