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
“What is that, Gaut?”
“It is of no consequence that you should know it. If I should name it,
you would not see its bearing on my plans, I presume.”
“Perhaps not, for I don’t know what your plans are, these days. I used
to be able to guess out the objects you had in view, before you came
here, whether you told me or not. But, since you have been in this
settlement, I have been at loss to know what you are driving at; I
can’t understand your movements at all.”
“What movements do you mean, woman?”
“All of them; but particularly those that have to do with the Elwoods.”
“What is there in my course toward them, since they came here, that you
can’t understand?”
“Well, I’ll tell you, Gaut. When you believed Elwood to be rich, I
could easily see that you thought it would be an object to bring about
an acquaintance between his son and only heir, and our Avis; and I
knew you was, those days, studying how it could be done, and I always
suspected that you in some way disposed of that picture of her for the
purpose, instead of sending it to your relations, and----”
“And what?” exclaimed Gaut, turning fiercely on his wife. “Suspected!
What business had you to suspect? And you told Avis what you thought, I
suppose?”
“Not a word, never one word; for I knew she was so proud and
particular, that, if she mistrusted any thing of that kind to have been
done, she would flounce in a minute. No. I never hinted it to her, or
anybody else, and it was guess-work, after all,” replied the abashed
wife, in a deprecating tone,--she having been tempted, by the unusual
mood which her stern husband had manifested for discussing his private
affairs with her, to venture to speak much more freely than was her
wont.
“Well, see that you don’t hint any thing about that, nor any thing
else you may take it into your silly head to guess about my objects,”
rejoined the other, in a somewhat mollified tone. “But now go on with
what you were going to say.”
“Well, I could understand your course before Elwood failed; but, when
he did, I could see no object, either in following him here, or having
any thing particular to do with him, or any of his family. But you
seized on the first chance, after we came here, to court them, and have
followed it up; first, in the affair of the young man and Avis, and
then, in drumming up the whole settlement in getting up this logging
bee for the old man. Now, Gaut, you don’t generally drive matters at
this rate without something in view that will pay; and, as I can see
nothing to be gained worth so much pains, I don’t understand it.”
“I didn’t suppose you did, and it is generally of little consequence
whether you see through my plans or not; but, in this case----”
Here Gaut suddenly paused, rose, and took several turns across the
room, evidently debating with himself how far it was policy to disclose
his plans to his wife; when, appearing to make up his mind, he again
seated himself and resumed:
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