CHAPTER XI. 



THREE DAYS AT BUFFALO. 



N hour's ride from Lancaster, on the 

 morning of the nineteenth, brought to 

 view the motley array of chimneys 

 and towers that overtoj) the " Queen 

 City of the Lakes.'' While making 

 my way towards them, and receiving 

 first impressions, my attention was 

 attracted by a brigade drill on the 

 parade ground, which I halted to wit- 

 ness. This was the first instance during my journey 

 in which I had encountered any considerable body of 

 military men, with the exception of the Grand Army 

 procession at Utica, on Memorial Day. The march- 

 ins; and manoeuvres evinced close attention to tactics 

 and excellent discipline, and the equipment of officers 

 and men reflected much credit upon the Empire State, 

 which has every reason to be proud of these her 

 citizen-soldiers. 



Drill over, I rode on into Buffalo, and, soon after 



registering at the Tift House, had the pleasure of 



meeting Major John M. Farquhar, who introduced me 



to my audience at St. James Hall in the evening. 



Major Farquhar is a comrade, prominent in G. A. 



R. circles, and was then commander of the leading 



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