'Some of them. But that great elk head I bought.'
'What big bird is that?'
'That? That is the white-headed eagle—the American eagle.'
'Did that come from Canada too?'
'No; I shot him not far from here, one day, by great luck.'
'Are they difficult to shoot?'
'Rather. I sat half a day in a booth made with branches, to get the chance. There were several of them about that day, so I lay in wait. They are not very plenty just about here. That other fellow is the great European lammergeyer.'
Esther had placed herself on one of the hard wooden chairs, but now she rose and went nearer the birds, standing before them in great admiration. Slowly then she went from one thing in the room to another, pausing to contemplate each. A beautiful white owl, very large and admirably mounted, held her eyes for some time.
'That is the Great Northern Owl,' observed her companion. 'They are found far up in the regions around the North Pole, and only now and then come so far south as this.'
'What claws!' said Esther.