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escape. The one shos 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- 
eessful, we broke up our camp and turned our 
steps homeward, 
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