The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests — John Shaqi
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
But she could not. The hopes she had confidently
entertained, that his misfortunes would humble and reform him, were
doomed to disappointment. He still madly clung to his old associates
of the gambling-table; and all the money he could get was lost or
squandered among them, till he became too poor and desperate even for
them, and they drove him from their society to join another and a lower
set, who in turn compelled him to seek other still lower and more
degraded associations. And so descended, step by step, along the path
of degradation, the once princely merchant, till, despised and shunned
by all respectable men, he became the fit companion of the meanest
thimble-riggers of the cellars and the lounging tipplers of the streets.
His case, however, as hopeless as it might appear, was not permitted
to become an irretrievable one. Through a seemingly accidental
circumstance, a light one day broke on his beclouded and half-maddened
brain, that led to a self-redemption as happy for himself and family
as it was unexpected by all. A former friend, one morning, moved
perhaps by his forlorn appearance, in passing him with a light
carriage, invited him to ride a few miles into the country; where,
being unexpectedly called off in another direction, he left Elwood to
return on foot by a nearer route across the fields to his home. After
travelling some distance, he reached an elevation which overlooked
the city, and, feeling a little fatigued, he sat down on a mossy
hillock to rest and enjoy the prospect. As he cast his eye over that
busy haunt of men, with its numerous spires shooting upward, its long
lines of princely dwellings, its encircling forest of masts, its lofty
warehouses, and other evidences of wealth and business, his own former
important participation in its busy scenes, and his present worse than
insignificant position there, rose in vivid contrast in his awakening
mind; and the thought of his past but squandered wealth came up only
to add poignancy to the sense of his present poverty and humiliation,
which thus, and for the first time, was brought home to his agitated
bosom. Suddenly leaping from his seat, from the torturing force of the
reflection, he exclaimed: “Must I bear this? Cannot I still be a man? I
will! yes, before Heaven, I _will_!” And, resuming his seat, his mind
became intently engaged in studying out ways and means for carrying the
sudden but stern resolution into effect; when, after another hour thus
employed, he again jumped up, and, with the air of one who has reached
some unalterable conclusion, he rapidly made his way homeward.
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