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
“Well, sir, having dragged every thing into this case except what
legitimately belongs to it, I want to know if you are through, _now_?
We, on our side, have no need of introducing testimony to meet
any thing you have yet been able to show. Why, you have not even
established the first essential fact to be settled in prosecutions for
homicide. You have arraigned my client for killing a man, and yet have
shown nobody killed! No, we shall introduce no witnesses till the body
of the alleged murdered man is produced; for, till then, no court on
earth----But I am not making a speech, and will not anticipate. All I
intended was, to ask, as I do again, are you through with your evidence
_now_?”
The attorney for the prosecution then admitted--rather prematurely, as
it was soon seen--that he thought of nothing more which he wished to
introduce.
“Go on with your opening speech, then,” resumed the former.
“No,” said the other, “I waive my privilege of the opening and close,
and will only claim the closing speech.”
“O, very well, sir,” said Gaut’s lawyer, throwing a surprised and
suspicious look around, as if to see whether some trap was not involved
in this unexpected waiver of the usually claimed privilege. “Very well;
don’t blame you; shouldn’t think you could find honest materials even
for one speech.”
The hard-faced attorney, who was reputed one of the best of what are
sometimes termed _devil’s lawyers_, in all that part of the country,
then consequentially gathered up his minutes of the testimony, glanced
over them, and, clearing his throat, commenced his great final speech,
which was to annihilate his opponent, and quash the whole proceedings
of the prosecution.
But he had scarcely spoken ten words, before a tremendous shout, rising
somewhere in the direction of the bridge,--to which their attention
had been before called, when a part of it had been swept away during
the first hours of the night,--broke and reverberated into the room,
bringing him to an instant stand. Feeling that something extraordinary
had occurred, the startled court, parties and spectators, alike paused,
and eagerly listened for something further to explain the sudden
outbreak. But, for several minutes, all was still, or hushed down to
the low hum of mingling voices, and not a distinct, intelligible sound
reached their expectant senses. Soon, however, the noise of trampling
feet and the rush of crowds was heard, and perceived to be rapidly
approaching the door of the court-room. And the next moment the clear,
loud voice of the now evidently excited hunter was heard exultantly
ringing out the announcement:
“A witness, a new witness! A witness that saw the very deed!”
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