Camping among the "Tombs 



ing ankle-deep in the sand, searching for a 

 place to sleep beneath the tall flowers, free from 

 insects and snakes, and above all from my fel- 

 low man. But idle negroes were prowling about 

 everywhere, and I was afraid. The wind had 

 strange sounds, waving the heavy panicles 

 over my head, and I feared sickness from ma- 

 laria so prevalent here, when I suddenly thought 

 of the graveyard. 



"There," thought I, "is an ideal place for 

 a penniless wanderer. There no superstitious 

 prowling mischief maker dares venture for fear 

 of haunting ghosts, while for me there will be 

 God's rest and peace. And then, if I am to be ex- 

 posed to unhealthy vapors, I shall have capital 

 compensation in seeing those grand oaks in 

 the moonlight, with all the impressive and 

 nameless influences of this lonely beautiful 

 place." 



By this time it was near sunset, and I has- 

 tened across the common to the road and set off 

 for Bonaventure, delighted with my choice, and 

 almost glad to find that necessity had furnished 



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