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deeds of valor upon the inside of the buffalo robe. 

 The robe has almost disappeared from sight, whe- 

 ther as an article of commerce or of curiosity, and 

 this is true though the skin was tough enough to 

 wear indefinitely. Perhaps our fathers were care- 

 less of their buffalo robes, thinking they could easily 

 get others the old cry of the West and of all Amer- 

 ica. Today there is a certain value in a whitened 

 buffalo skull, bleached on the Plains. A good trophy 

 head is worth what the purchaser will give from 

 three hundred to fifteen hundred dollars. 



Once upon a time, within memory, there was a 

 Chicago restaurant which advertised buffalo meat. 

 It came from a private herd on the Flathead reserva- 

 tion. There are no restaurants today, West or East, 

 which advertise "No Buff Served Here!" Even 

 in the last days of the buffalo killing there were Bal- 

 lard rifles and Winchesters on the Plains. Today 

 a Sharps rifle and an oldtime "I. Wilson butcher" 

 are curiosities, and would seem affectations if 

 claimed as personal equipment. Perhaps you once 

 saw your father or your grandfather wear a pair of 

 buffalo mittens, or a rarer pair of buffalo moccasins. 

 You will never see that again. 



For a time the shrinking herds of the buffalo 

 found refuges in the Red Desert of Wyoming, the 

 Lost Park of Colorado, the Barren Grounds of the 



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