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
Indian then has his canoe fit for use; and he may well boast of a boat,
which, for combined strength and lightness, and especially for capacity
of burden, no art of the shipbuilder has ever been able to surpass,
and which, if it has not already, might serve for a model of the best
lifeboat ever constructed, in these days of boasted perfection in
marine arts and improvements.
Bounding over the smooth waters like a seabird half on wing, our
voyagers soon found themselves on the northerly side of the lake; when,
rounding a point, they began to skirt the easterly shore of the bay
that makes up to the inlet, at a more leisurely pace, for the purpose
of being on the lookout for deer, which might be standing in the edge
of the water round the coves, to cool themselves and keep off the
flies. Not seeing any signs of game, however, they steered out so as
to clear the various little capes or woody points of land inclosing
the numerous coves scattered along the indented shore, and struck a
line for the great inlet at the head of the lake, which they now soon
reached, and commenced rowing against the at first gentle and then
rapid current, which here pours down from the upper lakes, through the
rocky and picturesque defiles, in the form of a magnificent river,
rivalling in its size the midway portions of the Connecticut or Hudson.
“Now, young man,” said the hunter, laying aside his paddle and taking
up the strong, elastic setting-pole he had provided for the occasion,
“now you must look out for your balance. The river, to be sure, is
quite low, and the current, of course, at its feeblest point; but we
shall find places enough within the next mile where the canoe, to go up
at all, must go up like the jump of a catamount. So, down in the bottom
of the boat, on your braced knees, with your haunches on your heels,
and leave all to me.”
“What! do you expect to force the canoe up rapids like these?” asked
Claud, in surprise, as he cast his eye over the long reach of eddying,
tumbling waters, that looked like a lessening sheet of foam as it lay
stretched upward in the distant perspective.
“I expect to try,” coolly replied the hunter; “and, if you lay asleep
in the bottom of the canoe, I should expect to succeed. And, as it is,
if you can keep cool and obey orders, we will see what can be done.”
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