Furthermore, they added, that if the boys would remain, and hunt for a few days in company with them, no pains should be spared to kill or capture one of these animals, which should be placed at the disposal of their young guests.
Of course, this invitation was cheerfully accepted.
I might narrate many more adventures that befell our _Boy Hunters_; but I fear, young reader, you are already tired of the prairies.

Suffice it, then, to say, that after some days spent in hunting with the Indians, a _white buffalo_ was at length killed, his skin taken off in the proper manner, and, after being saturated with a _preserving_ ointment, which Lucien had brought along with him, was carefully packed upon the back of the mule Jeanette.

Our adventurers now bade farewell to their Indian friends, and set out on their return homewards.

They were accompanied to the confines of Louisiana by the Shawano and several other Indians, who there took leave of them.

In due time they safely reached the old house at Point Coupee; where I need not tell you they met with a joyous and affectionate welcome, both from their father and the _ex-chasseur_, Hugot.