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
Meanwhile the work of clearing off the logs was prosecuted with
increasing spirit and resolution. And so eagerly intent had all the
hands become, in pressing forward to its completion their self-imposed
task, which all could see was now fast drawing to a close, that they
took no note of the flight of time, and were consequently taken by
surprise when the sound of the horn summoned them to their midday meal.
“Why! it can’t yet be noon,” exclaimed one, glancing up at the sun.
“No,” responded another. “Some of us here have been counting on seeing
the whole job nearly done by noon, but it will take three hours yet to
do that. No, the women must have made a mistake.”
“Well, I don’t know about that: let us see,” said the hunter, turning
his back to the sun, and throwing out one foot as far as he could while
keeping his body perpendicular. “Now my clock, which, for noon on
the 21st of June, or longest day of summer, is the shadow of my head
falling on half my foot, and then passing off beyond it about half
an inch each day for the rest of the season, makes it, as _I_ should
calculate the distance between my foot and the shadow of my head, now
evidently receding,--makes it, for this last day of August, about a
quarter past twelve.”
“I am but little over half past eleven,” said Codman, pulling out and
inspecting an old watch. “Phillips, may be, is thinking of that deer
that he has been promising himself and us for dinner; and, before I
take his calculation on shadows and distances, I should like to know
how many inches he allowed for the hurrying influence of his appetite.”
“What nonsense, Comical! But what you mean by it is, I suppose, that I
can’t tell the time?”
“Not within half an hour by the sun.”
“Why, man, it is the sun that makes the time; and, as that body never
gets out of order or runs down, why not learn to read it, and depend
directly upon it for the hour of the day? If half the time men spend
in bothering over timepieces were devoted to studying the great clock
of the heavens, they need not depend on such uncertain contrivances as
common clocks and watches to know the time of day.”
“But how in cloudy weather?”
“Tell the time of day by your feelings. Take note of the state of your
appetite and general feelings at the various hours of the day, when it
is fair and you know the time, and then apply the rule when you have no
other means of judging; and you may thus train yourself, so that you
need not be half an hour out of the way in your reckoning through the
whole day.”
“Well, supposing it is night?”
“Night is for sleep, and it is no consequence to know the time, except
the time waking. And, as to that, none need be in fault, if they had
you anywhere within two miles to crow for them.”
“A regular hit! I own it a hit, Mr. Hunter. But here comes Mr. Elwood:
we will leave the question of the time of day to him.”
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