Hiding-places and homes for a hundred hunters were there in the sections of caverned cliffs, split off in bygone ages from the mountain wall above.

A few stately pines stood out from the rocks, and a clump of silver spruce ran down to a brown brook.

This camp was only a step from the lean-to, round the corner of a huge rock, yet it had been out of sight.

Here indeed was evidence of a hunter's home--pelts and skins and antlers, a neat pile of split fire-wood, a long ledge of rock, well sheltered, and loaded with bags like a huge pantry-shelf, packs and ropes and saddles, tools and weapons, and a platform of dry brush as shelter for a fire around which hung on poles a various assortment of utensils for camp.
"Hyar--you git!" shouted Dale, and he threw a stick at something.

A bear cub scampered away in haste.