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countable multitudes. He had sat on his horse while soldier- 

 ing and had seen the huge herds drifting over the range in 

 lines too long for the eye to take in at one look. I have been 

 told by an early pioneer senator of a Western State that the 

 buffalo used to gather about his prairie hut like domestic 

 cattle homing in the evening for water or food. Many of 

 them were slaughtered for sport, some for food, and many for 

 their valuable pelts. The rapacity of man has plundered the 

 West of this wonder. The buffalo's eye is a lense that would 

 surprise the savants of the world. With his majestic bearing 

 and his coat of curly hair, I count him as a beast of beauty. 



THE RACER OF THE RANGE 



