“She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty. She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt. Her head turned to one side. In the upper bunk was her husband. He had cut his foot very badly with an ax three days before. He was smoking a pipe. The room smelled very bad.”
Hemingway, Ernest. In Our Time. New York: Scribner Paperback Fiction, 1958. Print.
This description of the room sounds a lot like a child making quick observations, when he entered the room. The reader gets an idea of what is going on, through the voice of the boy, Nick.