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
On her flush deck, and lashed to the helm, with the breaking waves
dashing around his feet, and the water dripping from the close cap
and tightly-buttoned pea-jacket in which he was garbed, stood her
gallant master, in the performance of a duty which he, true to
his responsibility, would intrust to no other, in such an hour as
this,--that of guiding his storm-tossed bark among the frightful
billows that were threatening every instant, to engulf her. Thus
swiftly onward drove the seemingly devoted ship, strained, shivering,
and groaning beneath the terrible power of the gale, like an
over-ridden steed, as she dashed, yet unharmed, through the mist and
spray and constantly-breaking white caps of the wildly-rolling deep;
thus onward sped she, for the full space of two hours, when the wind
gradually lulled, and with it the deafening uproar subsided. Presently
a young, well-dressed gentleman made his appearance on deck, amidships,
and, having noted a while the now evident subsidence of the tempest,
slowly and carefully, from one grasped rope to another, made his way to
the side of the captain, at the wheel.
“A frightful blow, Mr. Elwood,” said the latter; “for the twenty years
I have been a seaman, I have never seen the like.”
“It certainly has exceeded all my conceptions of a sea-storm,” said
the other. “But do you know where we are, and where driving at this
tremendous speed?”
“Yes, I think I do, both. When we were struck by the gale, which I saw
was going to be a terrible norther, and saw it, too, very luckily,
at a distance that enabled me to become well prepared for it, look
at my reckoning, and make all my calculations,--when we were struck,
we were three hundred and fifty miles out of Havana, north’ard, and
about forty from the American coast. I at once put the ship before the
wind, and set her course southeast, which, being perfectly familiar
with these seas, I knew would give her a safe run, and, in about sixty
miles, carry her by the southern point of the Little Bahama Bank,
where, rounding this great breakwater against northers, we should be
in a comparatively smooth sea, that would admit of either laying to or
anchoring. It is now over two hours since we started on this fearful
race, which has kept my heart in my mouth the whole time; and I am
expecting, every minute, to get sight of that rocky headland.”
“But that,” rejoined Elwood (for the gentleman was no other than Claud
Elwood, as the reader has doubtless already inferred), “that will
bring us, according to the late rumor, into one of the principal haunts
of the pirates, will it not?”
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