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"simply inhuman and outrageous." He adds: "The slaughter-ground is 

 mainly in Kansas, reaching only into the edge of Colorado. Practised hunt- 

 ers follow the herds day after day, and shoot them down by scores. Sixty, 

 seventy, eighty or more a day is no unusual number. A good shooter will 

 keep five or six ^skinners' at work. I heard a young man say within a week 

 past that during the winter of 1873-74 he killed over three thousand buf- 

 faloes, — 



— in one day eighty-five, in another sixty-four," etc. 

 Another writer thus refers to the same subject: "The butchery still [sum- 

 mer of 1875] goes on. Comparatively few buffalo are now^ killed, for there 

 are comparatively few to kill. I was, in October of 1874, on a short trip to 

 the buffalo re^-ion south of Sidney Barracks. A few buffSilo were encountered, 

 but there seemed to be more hunters than buffaloes. The country south of 

 the South Platte is without water for many miles, and the buffaloes must 

 satisfy their thirst at the river. The south bank Avas lined with hunters. 

 Every approach of the buffaloes to w^ater was met by rifle bullets, and one or 

 more bit the dust. Care was taken not to permit the others to drink, for 

 then they would not return. Tortured with thirst, the poor brutes approach 

 again and again, always to be met by bullets, always to lose some of their 

 number. But for the favoring protection of night the race would before 

 now have been exterminated. In places favorable to such action, as the 

 south bank of the Platte, a herd of bufflilo has, by shooting at it by day and 

 by lighting fires and firing guns at night, been kept from water for four 

 days, or rnitil it has been entirely destroyed. In many places the valley 

 was offensive from the stench of putrefying carcasses. At the present time 

 the southern bufflilo can hardly be said to have a range. The term expresses 

 a voluntary act, while the unfortunate animals have no volition left. They 

 are driven from one Avater-hole to meet death at another. No sooner do 

 they stop to feed than the sharp crack of a rifle warns them to change posi- 

 tion. Every drink of w^ater, every mouthful of grass, is at the expense of 

 life, and the miserable animals, continually harassed, are driven into locali- 

 ties far from their natural haunts, ■ — anywhere to avoid the unceasing pur- 

 suit. A few, probably some thousands, still linger about their beloved pas- 

 tures in the Republican country. A few still hide in the deep canons of the 

 Cimarron country, but the mass of southern buffalo now living are to be 

 found far away from the dreaded hunter, on a belt of country extending 

 southwest across the upper tributaries of the Canadian, across the northern 

 end of the Staked Plain to the Pecos Kiver. The difficulty of getting the 



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