CHAPTER IV 
CAMPING AMONG THE TOMBS 
O CTOBER 9. After going again to the 
express office and post office, and wan- 
dering about the streets, I found a road 
which led me to the Bonaventure graveyard. 
If that burying-ground across the Sea of Gali- 
lee, mentioned in Scripture, was half as beau- 
tiful as Bonaventure, I do not wonder that a 
man should dwell among the tombs. It is only 
three or four miles from Savannah, and is 
reached by a smooth white shell road. 
There is but little to be seen on the way in 
land, water, or sky, that would lead one to hope 
for the glories of Bonaventure. The ragged 
desolate fields, on both sides of the road, are 
overrun with coarse rank weeds, and show 
scarce a trace of cultivation. But soon all is 
changed. Rickety log huts, broken fences, and 
the last patch of weedy rice-stubble are left 
behind. You come to beds of purple liatris and 
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