Camping among the Tombs 



trees met overhead and covered the avenue. 

 But the canopy was fissured by many a netted 

 seam and leafy-edged opening, through which 

 the moonlight sifted in auroral rays, broidering 

 the blackness in silvery light. Though tired, 

 I sauntered a while enchanted, then lay down 

 under one of the great oaks. I found a little 

 mound that served for a pillow, placed my 

 plant press and bag beside me and rested fairly 

 well, though somewhat disturbed by large 

 prickly-footed beetles creeping across my hands 

 and face, and by a lot of hungry stinging mo 

 squitoes. 



When I awoke, the sun was up and all Na 

 ture was rejoicing. Some birds had discovered 

 me as an intruder, and were making a great 

 ado in interesting language and gestures. I 

 heard the screaming of the bald eagles, and of 

 some strange waders in the rushes. I heard the 

 hum of Savannah with the long jarring hallos 

 of negroes far away. On rising I found that my 

 head had been resting on a grave, and though 

 my sleep had not been quite so sound as that 

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