CHAPTER IV 



CAMPING AMONG THE TOMBS 



OCTOBER 9. After going again to the 

 express office and post office, and wan 

 dering about the streets, I found a road 

 which led me to the Bonaventure graveyard. 

 If that burying-ground across the Sea of Gali 

 lee, mentioned in Scripture, was half as beau 

 tiful as Bonaventure, I do not wonder that a 

 man should dwell among the tombs. It is only 

 three or four miles from Savannah, and is 

 reached by a smooth white shell road. 



There is but little to be seen on the way in 

 land, water, or sky, that would lead one to hope 

 for the glories of Bonaventure. The ragged 

 desolate fields, on both sides of the road, are 

 overrun with coarse rank weeds, and show 

 scarce a trace of cultivation. But soon all is 

 changed. Rickety log huts, broken fences, and 

 the last patch of weedy rice-stubble are left 

 behind. You come to beds of purple liatris and 

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