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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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80 On the Banks of the Boneyard J vivid portrayal of the sufferings their race had endured throughout the age of slavery. In this city I brought my summer's work to an end and went back home a richer and wiser young man. Pennsylvania had been very good to me. I have never forgotten the wonderful people I met in all the towns from Harrisburg down the Cumberland Valley to Chambersburg, the people who had made it certain I could support my family and finish my college education. The success I had enjoyed as a book agent led two of my friends to try the same kind of work the following summer, but they came back with a sad and doleful twinkle in their eyes. They had been sent up int6 Michigan by the company, had met with no success, and got back to Chicago with a lean and hungry look on their faces. By rare good luck they met George Huff on State Street, who invited them to go with him to his home in Englewood for supper. Did they accept? I'll say they did. They both told me afterwards that never in all the world had such a banquet been served! One of these friends has met with great success in the business world; has been a guest at many fine dinners, but no food ever tasted as good to his starved palate as the supper he had that August day in 1890. Book agents sometimes had doors slammed in their faces; at other times the doors opened and evil-minded dogs jumped out. The successful agents were those who needed money and were ready to take whatever happened to them in order to get it. By the way, what has become of the book agent? The nearest approach to him that calls on me today is the student selling subscriptions to magazines. But the real book agent was quite a boy in his day. ! I '
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