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the timber land of that section, and if so I trust that the 
fact may find publicity through some channel. Grand and in- 
spiring as is the sublime march of civilization, we cannot look 
upon its tracks but with a degree of sadness and regret, 
strown as it is with the annihilated forms of so many species 
of birds, mammals and beautiful varieties of flowers. 
The rear guard of that all-conquering force is pressed upon 
by a herd of vandals speaking the dialect of gentlemen, but 
wearing the habiliments of warfare on beings that can neither 
employ diplomacy nor shoot back at their foes. Brave men 
they are! It may be they have slain a majestic buffalo during 
the course of a ripe old youth and manhood. Perhaps they 
can claim to have ‘‘cleaned out the last chicken” or grouse in 
an entire county, last Sunday. 
