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I looked for the shot-gun on the wall but it was gone ; a fancy-picture too had disappeared, or possibly, I had only dreamed that such a picture hung on the wall across by the window. The pistols had been taken away, too, from the stand, and the bowie- knife was gone. There was only a book on the stand a brown, old, leather-bound book. The decanters had been taken away, and a short junk- bottle stood there, doing service for a vase, with a bunch of wild autumn blossoms, and a green fir-twig or two to relieve the yellow of the blooms.