I’ll show you relics from the past I’ll teach you different points in history I’ll show old animal bones i have for display I’ll even let you buy a gift at my shop But you’ll have to pay for the tour first

My first four letters are something you swallow My last four letters are something you hold Remove the last four to rest your head at night Remove my first three as well and now I'm scarce

I never walk, yet I help you roll, I have no voice, yet I keep control. Through hub and wheel I firmly lie, Letting carts and cars speed by. Silent rod where motion starts What am I that turns the parts?

Three: ride, like, dude, where's mine? Three more: caress, domestic kind Low-down sort, victim to wine

A milk amount, add a letter to form a formidable boat.