Daniel P. Thompson, The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests (1890)
“ O, how my heart is drawn away towards you! I often feel that I must fly up, like a bird, to be there. I should come now, but for what might be thought. I shall certainly be there in early spring. I can’t stay away, though I may come only to see what I could bear less easy than these haunting, troubled fancies. Mrs. Elwood, adieu. You won’t show this, or breathe a word about it,—I know you won’t; you could not be so cruel as that. Mrs. Elwood, may I not sign myself your friend? Fluella. ”
