“‘Pardón! pardón, Monsr Bogard—I shall not go to night, not _to_ night, I was joke—mais! dis is not joke, sùppose—oh vengeance! I am slip down considerable—mais I shall not go to hell quite—I am slip off de seat!’ “‘What! you are sitting in the mud?’ “‘Oui, Bogard, in de muds! mais, I am content, my _head_ is not in de mud. You see Bogard, I avait been sleep, et I raisee my head pretty suddain, and keepee my e back e straight, et I am slip off of de seat. Now, Monsr. Bogard you shall keepee you head straight and moove————————leet, at de bottom?————————remercie, Bogard, remercie,————eh bien,——————ah well——————————ha—ha—h——a—by Gar, Bogard, I have a de good joke. Monsr. Cataline will paintez my likeeness as I am now look—he will paint us all—I am tink he will make putty coot view? ha-ha-ha-a——we should see very putty landeescape aboutee de legs, ha? Ha——ha——h————a——a.’ “Oh, Ba’tiste, for Heaven’s sake stop your laughing and go to sleep; we’ll talk and laugh about this all day to-morrow. “‘Pardón, Monsr. Cataline, (excusez) have you got some slips?’ “No, Ba’tiste, I have not been asleep. Bogard has been entertaining me these two hours whilst you was asleep, with a description of a buffalo hunt, which took place at the mouth of Yellow Stone, about a year ago. It must have been altogether a most splendid and thrilling scene, and I have been paying the strictest attention to it, for I intend to write it down and send it to New York for the cits to read.” “‘I like’e dat much, Monsr. Cataline, and I shall take much plaisir pout vous donner to give déscript of someting, provide you will write him down, ha?’ “Well Ba’tiste, go on, I am endeavouring to learn everything that’s curious and entertaining, belonging to this country. “‘Well Monsr. Cataline, I shall tell you someting very much entertain, mais, but, you will nevare tell somebody how we have been fix to night? ha?’ “No, Ba’tiste, most assuredly I shall never mention it nor make painting of it. “‘Well, je commence,—diable Bogard! you shall keep your back straight you must sit up, ou il n’est pas possibe for to keep de robe ovare all. Je commence, Mons. Cataline, to describe some _Dog Feast_, which I attend among de dam Pieds noirs. I shall describe some grande, magnifique ceremonay, and you will write him down?’ “Yes, I’ll put it on paper. “‘Pardón, pardón, I am get most to slip, I shall tell him to-morrow, pérhaps I shall————eh bien;—but you will nevare tell how we look, ha! Monsr. Cataline?’ “No Ba’tiste, I’ll never mention it. “‘Eh bien————bon nuit.’