What then remains is lost and falls to the wolves.

Hundreds of dead buffaloes are often abandoned, for even a thunderstorm, in one hour, will render the meat useless.
The day of a race is as fatiguing on the hunter as on the horse, but the meat well in the camp, he enjoys the very luxury of idleness.
Then the task of the women begins, who do all the rest, and what with skins, and meat and fat, their duty is a most laborious one.
It is to be regretted that much of the meat is wasted.

Our expedition killed not less than 2,500 buffaloes, and out of all these made 375 bags of pemmican, and 240 bales of dried meat; 750 animals should have made that amount, so that a great quantity was wasted.

Of course, the buffalo skins were saved and had their value.
Our party were now on the Missouri and encamped there.

A few traders went to the nearest American fort, and bartered furs for articles they needed.
After passing a week on the banks of the Missouri we turned to the West, when we had a few races with various success.