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that the nateral place for an In gen, is in the woods, 

 like the moose, painters, deer, and bear ; and that it's 

 their fate to pass away with the forests, as them wild 

 beasts do. I have hearn tell of some who have 

 changed their ways, and become like white folks ; but 

 it's my notion they're like some tame buffaloes I saw 

 in a farmer's lot once, down on the Connecticut. They 

 made blamed mean-lookin' cattle, and stayed there 

 only because there was high fences around 'em, and 

 no prairies or wood to fly to. The stock wasn't 

 thought much on. It cost more to improve 'em than 

 they're worth, and they'll die out, or be run out, by 

 crossin' the breed at last. 



