I loaded up again to onct, an' got ready for another shot." At the opposite end of the room hung a picture of a hunters' camp.

Two or three men were stretched out on the ground before a cheerful fire, resting after the labors of the day, while others were coming in from the woods--some loaded with water-fowl, some with fish, and the two who brought up the rear were staggering under the weight of a fine deer they had shot.

Archie often wondered where that camp could have been located.
He did not believe there was a place in the United States where game of all kinds was as abundant as the hunters in the picture found it.
Paintings of this character occupied prominent places on the walls of the room, and between them hung numerous relics the boys had collected during their journey across the prairie, and a few trophies of their skill as hunters.

Over the door were the antlers of the first and only elk they had killed, and upon them hung a string of grizzly bear's claws, which had once been worn as a necklace by an Indian chief, and also a bow, a quiver full of arrows, a stone tomahawk, and a scalping-knife--all of which had been presented to them by Captain Porter.

At the head of the bed were two pairs of deer's horns fastened to the wall, and supporting their rifles, bullet-pouches, powder-horns, and hunting-knives.
These articles were all highly prized by the boys; but, upon a nail driven into the wall beside the book-case, hung something that, next to his horse and dog, held the most exalted place in Frank's estimation.