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
“No trouble about that. You have salt pork?”
“A good supply.”
“Corn meal?”
“Yes; and wheat flour, with fine new potatoes.”
“All right. I will take care of the rest. I will take the young man,
here, into my largest canoe, to-morrow morning, if he be so disposed,
and we will go up the lake, perhaps into the upper lake, and it will
be a strange case if we don’t return at night with fish, and I think
flesh, enough to victual the company; and, in the mean time, my women
will come up and be on hand to-morrow and next day, to help Mrs. Elwood
do the baking and cooking.”
The friendly movement of the neighbors, thus announced, was not, of
course, to be opposed or questioned by those for whose benefit it was
intended, any further than Mr. Elwood had done in relation to his
ability to entertain the company so well as their kindness deserved.
Mr. Elwood and his son, indeed, who had been dreading the hard job
of clearing off their land, were greatly gratified at the unexpected
kindness. And even Mrs. Elwood, pained and annoyed as she was by the
part taken by Gaut Gurley, whose only motive she believed was to gain
some advantage for meditated evil, entered cheerfully into the affair,
and joined her husband in handsome expressions of acknowledgment to
the hunter, and assurances of doing their best to provide properly for
the company. The matter was therefore considered as settled; and the
hunter departed, to call, as he had proposed, early the next morning
for Claud, for an excursion up the lake, to procure fresh provisions
for the coming occasion.
The family were early astir the next morning, intent on their
respective duties in preparation for the appointed logging bee. They
had scarcely dispatched their breakfast, before the hunter, as he had
promised, called for Claud; when the two departed together, with their
guns and fishing gear, for the lake, whither we propose to accompany
them.
“Well, now, let us settle the order of the day,” said Phillips, after
they had reached the landing and deposited their luggage in the canoe
selected for the purpose.
“I am a companion of the voyage, to-day, and, as you know, but a
learner in these sports,” responded Claud. “You have but to name your
plan.”
“Well, my plan is this: to steer across and get up the lake to the
inlet and rapids which connect this to the next upper lake, called by
the Indians the Molechunk-a-munk; up these rapids into that lake, where
we will take a row of a few hours, and home again by nightfall. In
these rapids, going or returning, we may safely count, at this season,
on a plenty of trout; and, on the borders of the lake beyond, I know
of several favorite haunts of the deer, one of which I propose to take
into the canoe as ballast to steady it for running the rapids, on our
way back.”
“What is the whole distance?”
“Four or five miles of this lake, as many of the river or rapids, and
as far into the upper lake as we please.”
“You are laying out largely for one day, are you not?”
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