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he too might supply hiaiself with a new head of hair 

 by the aid of a scalping-knife ! 



Everything upon the walls and in the cases has 

 been donated by private individuals, as the society 

 has not yet been able to make valuable purchases, 

 but there is enough already to make this treasure- 

 house of the past interesting. Relics from pioneer 

 times figure largely; among the rest, arrow-heads and 

 tomahawks, pipes and belts of wampum, adding to the 

 odd collection, and suggesting all manner of horrors 

 to those who delig-ht in Indian historv. 



" Forest Lawn," the place which Buffalo has se- 

 lected for her dead, is a most lovely spot, the loveliest 

 of its kind between Brooklyn's Greenwood and Chi- 

 cago. Everything that art could do in the arrange- 

 ment of shrub and flower has been added, and stands 

 as a tribute to those who are " lying low '^ and as a 

 witness to the faithful thought of the living. It is 

 only one of the beautiful tokens of devotion which 

 one sees, from the simple epitaph in a country grave- 

 yard in the East to the solitary resting-place, higli in 

 some tree-top of the AYest, where our Red Brother 

 "sleeps his last sleep.'' 



Adjoining the Cemetery are a few acres of woodland 

 that have been set aside for a kind of park. On warm 

 summer days those seeking rest and pleasure, come to 

 pay their respects to Dame Nature, nvIio makes herself 

 very attractive here. But this is only one, and a 

 comparatively small one, of the various resorts where 

 tired humanity may drop its burden, and roam at 

 will. So Buffalo has her grave and her gay side, and 

 her business side, which is neither grave nor gay, 

 making their different impressions on the traveller's 



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