In the pantheon of Marienstadt’s “colorful characters” Blaise Hanes was a star. No one ever knew for sure if any actual Native American blood ran through his veins but his appreciation for and knowledge of the Seneca tribes of north central Pennsylvania was vast. He was a solidly built man with warm, dark eyes surrounded by laugh lines, and hair that was more gray than black now that he was in his fifties, hanging in a single, thick braid down to the middle of his back. His taxidermy shop behind the modest house in which he and his wife, Sara, had raised twelve children, was a wonderland for the school children and Cub Scout dens that regularly visited it. Not only were there dozens of stuffed animals but all manner of Seneca artifacts displayed in cases. For over three decades children were welcomed there and had been dazzled as Blaise told them stories and legends about the early days of The Great Buffalo Swamp and The Wildcat District, as their environs had once been known.
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