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 tobe 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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