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 
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