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Dear Editor:
I would like for you to call up a picture in your mind of a vision in 1873, fields upon fields of slaughtered buffalo laying to rot, with only the tongues cut out of their mouths for trade with the nearest trader, the rest of the carcass laying in the sweltering sun, waiting for the wolves to come and strip the bones.
I would like for you to call up a picture in your mind of a vision in 1873, fields upon fields of slaughtered buffalo laying to rot, with only the tongues cut out of their mouths for trade with the nearest trader, the rest of the carcass laying in the sweltering sun, waiting for the wolves to come and strip the bones.
