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
So, at least, Claud then found it; for, having passed to the most
outward point of rocks inclosing the eddy, he no sooner threw in and
drew his _skip bait_ round the borders of the foam-island just named,
than a dozen large trout shot up from beneath, and leaped splashing
along the surface, in keen rivalry for the prize of the bait. With a
second throw, he securely hooked one of a size which required all his
strength to draw it, as he at length did, flapping and floundering
to a safe landing. And for the next three hours he pursued the sport
with a success which, notwithstanding the great number that broke
away from his hook, well made good the augury of his beginning. By
that time he had caught some dozens, of sizes varying from one to
seven pounds, and enough, and more than he needed. But still he could
not forego his exciting employment, and, insensible of the lapse of
time, continued his drafts on the seemingly inexhaustible eddy, till
roused by the long, shrill _halloo_ of the returned hunter, summoning
him to the landing above. Throwing down his pole by the side of his
proud display of fish, he hastened up to the lake, where he found the
hunter complacently employed in removing, for lightness of carriage,
the head and offal of a noble fat buck; when the two, with mutual
congratulations on their success, took up the canoe, and, with a
stop only long enough to take in the trout, carried and launched
their richly-freighted craft at a convenient place in the stream
below. Seeing Claud securely seated in the bottom of the canoe, and
the freight nicely balanced, the hunter took his paddle, instead of
setting-pole, the better to restrain the speed of the boat at the most
rapid and dangerous passes, and struck out into the current, adown
which, under the quick and skilful strokes of its experienced oarsman,
it was borne with almost the swiftness of a bird on the wing, till
it reached the quiet waters of the pond; and, this being soon passed
over, they entered and descended the next reach of rapids with equal
speed and safety. All the dangers and difficulties were now over; and,
leisurely rowing homeward, they were, by sunset, at the cottage of the
Elwoods, displaying the fruits of their enterprise, and recounting
their singular adventures to the surprised and gratified inmates.
CHAPTER IX.
“Then came the woodman with his sturdy team
Of broad-horned oxen, to complete the toil
Which axe and fire had left him, to redeem,
For culture’s hand, the cold and root-bound soil.”
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