Where Bram's hand gripped it the wood was worn as smooth and dark as mahogany.

In many places the striking end of the club was dented as though it had suffered the impact of tremendous blows, and it was discolored by suggestive stains.

There was no sign of cooking utensils and no evidence of any other food but the caribou flesh.

On the rear of the sledge was a huge bundle of pitch-soaked spruce tied with babiche, and out of this stuck the crude handle of an ax.
Of these things the gun and the white bear skin impressed Philip most.
He had only to lean forward a little to reach the rifle, and the thought that he could scarcely miss the broad back of the man ahead of him struck him all at once with a sort of mental shock.

Bram had evidently forgotten the weapon, or was utterly confident in the protection of the pack.