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MORE BUFFALO THAN EVER. 99<br />

and my own men to look for him since the 15th, but he<br />

cannot be found. Buffaloes continue very numerous ; from<br />

the top of my oak, or ladder, I<br />

counted 15 herds.<br />

My men wefe employed in cutting up and melting bears'<br />

fat, which we pour into red deer skins and wooden troughs<br />

but we have collected such a quantity that we can find no<br />

place to store it, and the weather being sultry great quantities<br />

spoil. The raw fat will not keep many days, particularly<br />

when the weather is sultry, soon turning rancid ;<br />

but<br />

when melted down and properly taken care of, it will keep<br />

good and sweet at any season.<br />

Sept. i8th. I took my usual morning view from the top<br />

of my oak and saw more buffaloes than ever. They formed<br />

one body, commencing about half a mile from camp, whence<br />

the plain was covered on the W. side of the river as far as<br />

the eye could reach. They were moving southward slowly,<br />

and the meadow seemed as if in motion. Desmarais went<br />

below to look for his horse. At ten o'clock part of the<br />

women returned to camp, informing me that their husbands<br />

had altered their minds and intended to go up Red river.<br />

They had taken their bear-traps on their backs and proceeded<br />

S. W. toward the Hair hills, to a place where they<br />

had seen beaver last summer when they went to war.<br />

This<br />

was a dangerous undertaking, of which neither I nor they<br />

approved. They had sent me word to take care of their<br />

families, as they would bring me beaver or lose their<br />

heads.<br />

This afternoon I rode a few miles up Park river. The<br />

few spots of wood along it have been ravaged by buffaloes<br />

none but the large trees are standing, the bark of which is<br />

rubbed perfectly smooth, and heaps of wool and hair lie at<br />

the foot of the trees. The small wood and brush are<br />

entirely destroyed, and even the grass is not permitted to<br />

grow in the points of wood. The bare ground is more<br />

trampled by these cattle than the gate of a farm-yard.<br />

This is a delightful country, and, were it not for perpetual<br />

wars, the natives might be the happiest people upon earth.

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