Today I have decided to share the adventure of the buffalo box. Several years ago I joined a group of intrepid women who aspired to complete a collection of exquisite quilled birch bark boxes. Our instructor was Dorothy Jenkins.
This is the box I made. I was trying to make the buffalo more textured and give him a good glossy horn. As I went along with the plan I showed it to Dorothy and she said, "I see where you are going with this."

This is all the farther I got with the bottom. I see at least one quill has escaped. Dorothy has since passed on and she probably thought I had finished the task she'd left for me. So from the side you can see the completed top and the bottom still wanting.

Then you might want to know what I keep in this box. A five-petaled flower beaded by Mamie Garbo Humphrey, a sweet grass turtle, my grandmother Frances Roberts Vanoss' scapula which is kept in an anacin tin and a pair of tiny moccasins made for my Aunt Geraldine Vanoss Fairbanks by my great grandmother Fanny Smith Roberts.
So there it is, the whole story of my wonderful unfinished buffalo box. I am quite sure I will not attempt a second.