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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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7g On the Banks of the Boneyard again—and now look at this cock-eyed world. There are hundreds of battlefields scattered over it today where the carnage has been more horrible than several Gettysburgs! From Mechanicsburg I moved to Carlisle and there I met an episcopalian clergyman who had once lived in my home community. He asked many questions about folks at home which alleviated my homesick soul. Then I met Captain Pratt, superintendent of the Indian School, who had known and admired my boyhood friend, Carlos Montezuma, who at that time was doctoring the Nez Perces Indians on their reservation in the northwest. After being graduated from the University of Illinois in '84, Carlos Montezuma had attended Rush Medical College in Chicago, and as a young doctor was assigned to the big job of stopping some kind of an epidemic among the Indians in Oregon. He made good in a big way in this work, and lived among those people until he was called to Chicago in 1893 to preside at the World's Congress of Religions on American Indian day. Let me get out of my college years long enough to say that I had a message from Montie asking me to meet him at the Northwestern station on his return to Chicago. He had grown heavy living among the Indians and had worn Indian clothes. When he got out his civilized clothing to return east he had become altogether too big for it—but he wore it anyway. His shoes were full of feet, his hat too small, his hair too long, and no part of his suit could be buttoned, but his joy at reaching Chicago was unmistakable. I was running a hotel on Congress Street just across from the Opera House entrance to the Auditorium Theater, and suggested we go there and leave his telescope bag. This we did. I suggested we call on my barber and have his hair cut, then buy some clothes. No sir; he had read of the great new Auditorium Hotel and he must cat his dinner there. Acceding to his wish, I took him to the main dining room of the Auditorium Hotel, and maybe you think his appearance didn't cause the folks to stare. When the meal vere on us as we walked up Michigan Avenue With his hair cut, new clothes and shoes, Montie great dignity through the period Religions at the World's Fair, and tice of his profession in Chicago. own people in an Indian graveyard
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