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
To this, the man standing on the opposite pile, in the same loud and
measured tone promptly responded:
“Then a name we will certainly give it,
If you’ll listen, and all well receive it,
As justly you may:
We will call it the thing it will make,
We will name it the Pride of the Lake,
Or the Job of a Day.”
Before the last words of this unique duet had died on the ear, Comical
Codman on his distant perch straightened up, and, triumphantly clapping
his sides like the boastful bird whose crowing he could so wonderfully
imitate, raised his shrill, loud, and long-drawn _kuk-kuk-ke-o-ho_ in a
volume of sound that thrilled through the forest and sent its repeating
echoes from hill to hill along the distant borders of the lake.
“There, the dog has got the start of us!” exclaimed the hunter, joining
the rest of the company in their surprise and laughter at the prompt
action of the trapper as well as at the striking character of his
performance,--“fairly the start of us; but let’s follow him up close,
boys. So here goes for the new name!”
And the prolonged “hurra! hurra! hurra!” burst from the lips of the
strong-voiced woodmen in three tremendous cheers for the _“Pride of the
Lake and the Job of a Day_.”
All the labors and performances of the field being now over, the
company gathered up their tools, and by common consent moved towards
the house, where, it was understood, an hour or so, before starting
for their respective homes, should be spent in rest, chatting with the
women, or other recreation, and a consultation also be held, among
those interested, for forming a company, fixing on the time, and making
other arrangements for the contemplated trapping and hunting expedition
of the now fast-approaching season.
As the company were proceeding along promiscuously towards the house,
Gaut Gurley, who had thus far through the day manifested no desire for
any particular conversation with Mr. Elwood, nor in any way deported
himself so as to lead others to infer a former acquaintance between
them, now suddenly fell in by his side; when, contriving to detain him
till the rest had passed on out of sight, he paused in his steps and
said:
“Well, Elwood, I told you in the morning, you know, that we would do
the work first and the talking afterwards. The work has now been done,
and I hope to your satisfaction.”
“Yes--O yes--entirely,” replied Elwood, hesitating in his doubt about
what was to follow from the other, whose unexpected conduct and stand
for his benefit he hardly knew how to construe. “Yes, the neighbors
have done me a substantial favor, and you all deserve my hearty thanks.”
“I was not fishing for thanks,” returned Gaut, half-contemptuously,
“but wished a few words with you on private matters which concern only
you and myself. And, to come to the point at once, I would ascertain,
in the first place, if you know whether you and I are understood, in
this settlement, to be old acquaintances or new ones?”
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