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
Near the centre of an opening of perhaps a dozen acres, about a mile
from where the sinuous Androscoggin debouches full grown, like Minerva
from the head of Jupiter, from its parent reservoir, the picturesque
Umbagog, stood a newly rigged log house, of dimensions and finish
which indicated more taste and enterprise than is usually exhibited
in the rude habitations of the first settlers. It was a story and a
half high, and the walls were built of solid pine timber, originally
roughly hewed, but recently dressed down with broad axe over the whole
outward and inner surfaces so smoothly that, at a little distance,
they presented, with their still visible seams, more the appearance
of the wainscoting of some costly cottage than the humble log cabin.
The building had also been newly shingled, new doors supplied, the
windows enlarged, the yard around leveled off, with other improvements,
of a late date, betokening considerable ambition for appearance, and
considerable outlay of means, for so new a place, to fit up a tidy and
comfortable abode for the occupants. In the surrounding field were
patches of growing maize, wheat, potatoes, and some of the common table
vegetables; the hay crop for the winter sustenance of the only cow and
yoke of oxen, the best friends of the new settler, having been just
cut and stored in an adjoining log-building, as was evident from the
fresh look of the stubble, and the stray straws hanging to the slivered
stumps on bushes in the field, and from the fragrant and far-scenting
locks protruding from the upper and lower windows of the well-crammed
receptacle passing under the name of barn. Beyond this little opening,
and bounding it on every side, stood the encircling wall of woods,
through and over which gleamed the bright waters of the far-spreading
Umbagog on the north; while all around, towering up in their green
glories, rose, one above another, the amphitheatric hills, till their
lessening individual forms were lost, or mingled in the vision with the
lofty summits of the distant White Mountains in the south and west, and
of the bold detached eminences which shot up from the dark wilderness
and studded the horizon in all other directions.
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