Camping among the "Tombs 



living wild-wood trees. You hear the song of 

 birds, cross a small stream, and are with Nature 

 in the grand old forest graveyard, so beautiful 

 that almost any sensible person would choose 

 to dwell here with the dead rather than with 

 the lazy, disorderly living. 



Part of the grounds was cultivated and 

 planted with live-oak, about a hundred years . 

 ago, by a wealthy gentleman who had his coun- 

 try residence here. But much the greater part 

 is undisturbed. Even those spots which are 

 disordered by art. Nature is ever at work to 

 reclaim, and to make them look as if the foot 

 of man had never known them. Only a small 

 plot of ground is occupied with graves and the 

 old mansion is in ruins. 



The most conspicuous glory of Bonaventure 

 is its noble avenue of live-oaks. They are the 

 most magnificent planted trees I have ever 

 seen, about fifty feet high and perhaps three 

 or four feet in diameter, with broad spreading 

 leafy heads. The main branches reach out 

 horizontally until they come together over the 



