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
In accordance with her still unaltered resolution, she rose early the
next morning; and with an indefinite intimation to her family of her
intention to be absent among friends a day or two, swung to her side
a small square basket of nutritious provisions, took a thick shawl to
protect her from the damps of the night, proceeded directly to her
canoe at the landing, embarked, and struck out vigorously along the
winding shore, on her way to the next upper lake. A steady but quiet
row of a couple of hours took her out of the great lake on which
she had embarked, up the principal inlet, and into the Maguntic,
whose western shores, she had understood, were to be the base of the
operations of the absent party. Here she turned short to the left,
and, drawing in close to land, rowed slowly and cautiously along the
western shore, following round all the numerous indentations, and
continually sending her searching glances up its wooded shores, that no
appearance of the trail of human beings might escape her observation.
After rowing two or three miles in this manner, and without noticing
any thing that particularly attracted her attention, she reached the
first of the three headlands, making out from this side a considerable
distance into the lake, beyond the average line of the shore. As she
was rounding this point, her eye fell on a dark protuberance, in a
dense thicket a few rods in-shore, which appeared of a more oblong and
regular form than is usual in such places. And, scanning the appearance
more closely, she soon discerned a small piece of wrought wood,
resembling a part of the blade of an oar, slightly projecting from one
side of the apparent brush-heap. Starting at the sight, she immediately
ran her canoe ashore, and proceeded at once to the spot; when, closely
peering under the brush-wood, she discovered three canoes, with their
oars, concealed beneath a deep covering of boughs, surmounted by a
scraggy treetop lying carelessly over them, as if blown from some
neighboring tree.
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