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
attempts to force his passage through the bristling barricade of logs
and limbs before him, disappeared for one moment, but the next came
crashing round the nearest end of it, and, with renewed demonstrations
of rage and hostility, made directly for the new opponent he beheld in
his way. Still unalarmed for his own safety, Claud waited with levelled
gun till his formidable assailant was within forty yards of him, when
he took a quick aim and fired. Reeling under the discharge of his
heavily loaded piece, and blinded by the smoke, he could not, at first,
see the effect of his fire; but when he did so, the next instant, it
was only to behold the monster brute, maddened, not stopped, by the
flesh wounds inflicted, rushing on him with a force and fury which
compelled him to leap suddenly aside, to avoid being beat into the
earth by those terrible hoofs, which he saw lifted higher and higher,
at each approaching step, for his destruction. Mindful, in his peril,
of the precautions already learned from the hunters, Claude, while
the moose, whose tremendous impetus was driving him straight ahead,
could break up, so as to turn in the pursuit,--Claud made, with all
the speed of which he was master, for a huge hemlock, luckily standing
at no great distance on his right; a course which he thought would
divert the monster from pursuit of the maiden, and, at the same time,
best insure his own safety. But, so prodigious was the rushing speed
of the foiled and now doubly exasperated moose, that the imperilled
huntsman had barely time to reach the sheltering tree and dodge behind
it, before the hotly pursuing foe was at his heels, rasping and tearing
with his spiked antlers the rough bark of the tree, in his attempts to
follow round it near and fast enough to overtake and strike down his
intended victim. Round and round then sped both pursuer and pursued,
as fast as the frantic rage of the one, and the keen instinct of
self-preservation in the other, could impel them. Although the moose,
from the great width of his interfering horns, was compelled to sweep
round the tree in a circle requiring him to go over double the distance
travelled by Claude, yet so much greater was his speed, that it called
for the utmost exertions of the latter to keep clear of the battle-axe
blows which he heard falling every instant with fatal force behind him.
His gun had already been struck, shivered, and beat from his hand; and,
as he glanced over his shoulder and saw the fierce and glaring eyes
of his ruthless pursuer, and his uplifted and forward-thrown hoofs
striking closer and closer to his heels at every bound, a sense of his
deadly peril flashed over his mind with that strange and paralyzing
effect which the first full conviction of impending death often
produces on the stoutest hearts. He felt his strength giving way, his
brain beginning to whirl, and he was on the point of yielding himself
to his fate; when a stream of smoke and flame accompanied the startling
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