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escape. The one sliot by Mr. Bell, tumbled 

 upou his knees, got up again, and rushed on one 

 of the hunters, who shot it once more, when it 

 paused, and almost immediately fell dead. 



The flesh of the buffaloes thus killed was sent 

 to the fort in the cart, and we continued our 

 route and passed the night on the prairie, at a 

 spot about half way between the Yellow Stone 

 and the Missouri rivers. Here, just before sun- 

 down, seven more bulls were discovered by the 

 hunters, and Mr. Harris, Mr. Bell and Mr. 

 Culbertson each killed one. In this part of 

 the prairie we observed several burrows made 

 by the swift fox, but could not see any of those 

 animals, although we watched for some time in 

 hopes of doing so. They probably scented our 

 party and would not approach. The hunters on 

 the prairies, either from hunger or because they 

 have not a very delicate appetite, sometimes 

 break in the skull of a buffalo and eat the brains 

 raw. At sunrise we were all up, and soon had 

 our coffee, after which a mulatto man called 

 Lafleur, an excellent hunter attached to the 

 American Fur Company, accompanied Mr. Har- 

 ris and Mr. Bell on a hunt for antelopes, as 

 we wanted no more buffaloes. After waiting 

 the return of the party, who came back unsuc- 

 cessful, we broke up our camp and turned our 

 steps homeward. 

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