"Where else, but _on the prairies_ ?" "On the prairies!" mechanically echoed his father.
"Yes, papa.

Send Basil, and Lucien, and myself.

We'll find you a white buffalo, I warrant you." "Hurrah, Francois!" cried Basil; "you're right, brother.

I was going to propose the same myself." "No, no, my lads; you've heard what Monsieur Choteau says.

You need not think of such a thing.