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on my land I think of you and what you have done for me. My crops are doing well but one thing bothers me very much. I don't stay out here to watch my crops as I have no house There is a white man herding along the Logan and his cattle get into my crops. I have gone to him several times to pay me something for damages but he pays no attention to me. I went up to tell the Agent about it twice but the old man went up and denied what I said so nothing has been done to him.

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I wish you would write and say some words to the man.
Your friend
John Big Elk