Camping among the Tombs 
trees met overhead and covered the avenue. 
But the canopy was fissured by many a netted 
seam and leafy-edged opening, through which 
the moonlight sifted in auroral rays, broidering 
the blackness in silvery light. Though tired, 
I sauntered a while enchanted, then lay down 
under one of the great oaks. I found a little 
mound that served for a pillow, placed my 
plant press and bag beside me and rested fairly 
well, though somewhat disturbed by large 
prickly-footed beetles creeping across my hands ~ 
and face, and by a lot of hungry stinging mo- 
squitoes. 
When I awoke, the sun was up and all Na- 
ture was rejoicing. Some birds had discovered 
me as an intruder, and were making a great 
ado in interesting language and gestures. I 
heard the screaming of the bald eagles, and of 
some strange waders in the rushes. I heard the 
hum of Savannah with the long jarring hallos 
of negroes far away. On rising I found that my 
head had been resting on a grave, and though 
my sleep had not been quite so sound as that 
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