You have often witnessed horses at a similar exercise; and was it not evident that they took a pleasure in it?
Have you not fancied so ?" "Oh, yes," cried Francois, "I am sure horses enjoy a good tumble." "Well, then, it is to be supposed the buffaloes do the same.

Getting rid of their tormentors, and pressing their hot sides into the fresh cool earth, is, no doubt, a source of enjoyment to them.

They are not very cleanly; as they are often seen wandering about, so covered with dirt, that one cannot tell what colour their hide is." "Well!" added Francois, "I hope we shall soon come across one with a _white_ hide!" Talking after this fashion, our young hunters continued their journey.
They had ridden about ten miles, when Basil--whose eye was all the time wandering around the prairie horizon--uttered an exclamation, and suddenly reined up his horse.

The others, seeing him do so, stopped also.
"What do you see ?" asked Lucien.
"I do not know," replied Basil; "but there is something yonder upon the edge of the prairie--to the southward--do you see it ?" "Yes; it looks like a clump of low trees." "No," said Basil; "they are not trees.

This moment I saw one apart from the rest, and I do not see it now.