He killed off the buffalo swiftly, but he killed them in numbers so desperately large that their bones lay in uncounted tons all over a desolated empire.

First the hides and then the bones of the buffalo gave the settler his hold upon the land, which perhaps he could not else have won.
Franklin saw many wagons coming and unloading their cargoes of bleached bones at the side of the railroad tracks.

The heap of bones grew vast, white, ghastly, formidable, higher than a house, more than a bowshot long.

There was a market for all this back in that country which had conceived this road across the desert.

Franklin put out a wagon at this industry, hauling in the fuel and the merchandise of the raw plains.