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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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/ Become a Book Agent 79 about thirty miles north of Phoenix, Arizona. Montie was an outstanding figure among our alumni and deserves a more complete description of his life and work than I can give here. back to Carlisle I must say it was a charmcity, and ere. Many incidents worth and an about a family of three maiden ladies living in an old stone mansion. Every year on June 15 they put slip covers on their upholstered furniture, closed their house, and moved to one they owned at Atlantic City. On September 15 they closed the house in Atlantic City and moved back to Carlisle—as regular in their movements as the swallows of Capistrano. Strong Presbyterians, they loved to entertain visiting clergymen. Their guest room contained an oldbed bed Once upon a guest bed. Much :at had taken possession of that and The visiting preacher lit on top of the cat with her family, and according to Mr. Sharpe, the poor afterward. The dear old lawy is still good. Isn't it strange what lingers in our memories throughout more than a half century? There must have been matters of importance to me that happened in Carlisle, but Captain Pratt's interest in Carlos Montezuma, and Mr. Sharpe's story of the cat and the clergyman remain in mv memory, while more important events are forgotten. At Shippensburg, I met Mr. Hahn whose daughter li Champaign—Mrs. J. B. Harris. In the later years of his li Mr Hahn came to Champaign to live—a very fine old gentleman I met Dr. Zug, a young physician who wanted to take ir hunting in the Cumberland Mountains. In Chambersburg a lot of people by the name of Maxwell name—in fact the Champaign Maxwells came from Chambersburg. The negroes had a "Big Monday" celebration which was a sight to see, as well as wonderful to hear. It was a religious celebration. I remember quite well the
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