A Thousand-Mile W alb 
for the ashes of art; and strong evergreen arms 
laden with ferns and tillandsia drapery are 
spread over all— Life at work everywhere, 
obliterating all memory of the confusion of man. 
In Georgia many graves are covered with a 
common shingle roof, supported on four posts 
as the cover of a well, as if rain and sunshine 
were not regarded as blessings. Perhaps, in this 
hot and insalubrious climate, moisture and sun- 
heat are considered necessary evils to which 
they do not wish to expose their dead. 
“The money package that I was expecting did 
not arrive until the following week. After stop- 
ping the first night at the cheap, disreputable- 
looking hotel, I had only about a dollar and a 
half left in my purse, and so was compelled to 
camp out to make it last in buying only bread. 
I went out of the noisy town to seek a sleeping- 
place that was not marshy. After gaining the 
outskirts of the town toward the sea, I found 
some low sand dunes, yellow with flowering soli- 
dagoes. 
I wandered wearily from dune to dune sink- 
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