young hunter made a picture of a beautiful reindeer with
his head among the grasses. Another hunter made a picture of two deer
that he had killed, and two live deer. Still another man made a handle
for a knife. He carved it from bone. It was like a deer springing.
The antlers were laid back on the neck, and the front legs were turned
under the body; the hind legs lay along the handle.

"Good!" said the other men as they looked at it.

[Illustration: Herd of reindeer]

CHAPTER XI

THORN MEETS THE CHILDREN OF THE SHELL MOUNDS

Every day Thorn worked for a little while at the chipping of stone
axes, but he had plenty of time for play. One morning he ran to the
river and jumped on his raft.

"Ha!" he said, "my other self jumped the stream with me. And now it
leans over a shadow raft and reaches for a shadow pole."

He looked about him. On the grass lay the long shadows of the trees.
In the clear water were the pictured banks.

"Everything has another self," he thought.

As he grew busy with his bow, he heard loud talking, and looked up and
saw strange men and children coming along the other bank.

"The men are coming to buy axes," he thought. "The children have come
along with them."

The men jumped into the river and swam across and went to the stone
yard. But the children came swimming up around the raft like wild
ducks. Some of them had long hair that floated about on the water.

"Are you Thorn, the cave boy?" one of them asked him.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I am Clam, a shell mound boy."

Then the children came up around the raft and shook it so that Thorn
almost fell off.

"Stop, or I will shoot you!" he cried, laughing.

"Oh, he will shoot us!" cried the children, and they hid behind one
another, playing they were afraid.

"Is that your bow?" Clam now asked. "We heard about it. Shoot for us."

"Yes," said Thorn.

He began to paddle to the bank, but the children crowded around the
raft and quickly pushed it to shore. Thorn jumped off and began to
shoot at the trees. The children went along with him and watched with
big eyes. One of the arrows struck a tree and stuck in the bark. The
children laughed and ran and pulled it out.

"Do that again!" they cried.

Thorn did it again to shouts and the clapping of hands. Then a boy
named Periwinkle threw up a piece of bark and cried, "Hit that!"

Thorn tried over and over again, but he could not. At last he grew
tired of shootin