24 The Teeming East 



with the foul blot of slavery washed out in the 

 blood of our patriots. In one tomb are the bones 

 of 2,000 unknown dead gathered from the battle 

 fields, who live in story and died that we might 

 live and enjoy the blessings of American Citizen- 

 ship, the most prosperous nation on God's green 

 earth. Printed on a white board is the poets 

 tribute to the soldier dead: 



"On times eternal camping ground 



Their silent tents are spread, 



And glory guards with solemn round 



The bivouac of the dead. 



The muffled drums sad roll has beat 



The Soldiers last tatoo, 



No more on life's parade shall meet 



The brave the fallen few." 

 They laid the Martyrs to rest, with the count- 

 less soldiers and sailors of the great Republic 

 dead "Peace to their ashes," Monday we left for 

 "New York. 



It would be useless for me to attempt to de- 

 scribe the wonders of the American Museum at 

 77th street and Central Park West, in New York 

 City. There is no museum on our continent to 

 compare with it as far as I know, and I have vis- 

 ited nearly all. I have rarely been able to spare 

 the time to visit any part of it, except that of 

 Vertebrate Paleontology, neither have I time 

 now, to describe their most noted specimens, and 

 since Barnum Brown has added six car loads of 

 the wealth of Dinosaur material, from the Ed- 



