ILLUSTRATIONS
| Nobody paid any attention to Mr. Trimm. | [Frontispiece] |
| “Two long wing feathers drifted slowly down.” | [Facing page 70] |
| “I was the one that shot him—with this thing here.” | [Facing Page 164] |
| He Dragged The Rifle By The Barrel, So That Its Butt Made A Crooked Furrow In The Snow. | [Facing Page 193] |