_La Morgue_--The Catacombs--The Doctor's dream--Their great alarm--Visit to the _Hippodrome_--Jim riding M. Franconi's horse--Indians in the Woods of Boulogne--Fright of the rabbits--Jim and the Doctor at the _Bal Mabille_, Champs Elysées--At the _Masquerade, Grand Opera_--Their opinions and criticisms on them--Frenchwomen at confession in St. Roch--Doctor's ideas of it--Jim's speech--"_Industrious fleas_"--Death of the wife of Little Wolf--Her baptism--Husband's distress--Her funeral in the Madeleine--Her burial in Montmartre--Council held--Indians resolve to return to America--Preparations to depart in a few days--_Bobasheela_ goes to London to ship their boxes to New York--He returns, and accompanies the Indians to Havre--Indians take leave of _Chippehola_ (the Author)--M. Vattemare accompanies them to Havre--Kindly treated by Mr. Winslow, an American gentleman, at Havre--A splendid dinner, and _(Queen's) Chickabobboo_--Indians embark--Taking leave of _Bobasheela_--Illness of the Author's lady--His alarm and distress--Her death--Obituary--Her remains embalmed and sent to New York. After their exhibition was over, and they had taken their dinner and _chickabobboo_ (at the former of which they had had the company of their old friend _Bobasheela_), their pipe was lit, and the conversation resumed about the French ladies, for whom Jim's dislike was daily increasing, and with his dislike, his slanderous propensity. He could not divest his mind of the 9000 illegitimate and abandoned little babies that he had seen, and the affection for dogs, which, instead of _exposing_, they secure with ribbons, and hold one end in their hands, or tie it to their apron-strings. This was a subject so glaring to Jim's imagination, that he was quite fluent upon it at a moment's warning, even when standing up or sitting, without the necessity of resorting to his usual and eccentric attitude. This facility caused him to be more lavish of his abuse, and at every interview in the rooms he seemed to be constantly frowning upon the ladies, and studying some new cause for abusing them, and drawing Mr. Melody and the Doctor into debates when they got back to their own apartments. Such was the nature of the debate he had just been waging, and which he had ended in his usual way, with the last word to himself, "I no care; me no like em."