But Jeanette knew nothing of it; and, having eaten well and drunk plentifully, she was as frisky as a kitten.
A fire was kindled, and a fresh "marrow-bone" steamed and sputtered among the blazing branches of the sage.

This was soon drawn forth again, cracked, and its rich contents rifled and eaten.

The remaining joints were packed upon Jeanette; the horses were saddled, the hunters leaped into their seats, and rode joyfully off upon the trail.
The country over which they now travelled was what is termed a "rolling prairie"-- that is, a country without trees, but nevertheless, far from being level.

The prairie is not always a _level plain_, as some people imagine.

On the contrary, it is often of very uneven surface, containing high hills and deep valleys.