The graves lay before them near the edge of a cliff.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
I choose the graves of my little ones far more carefully.
Right now she would love to go up there to Mom & Dad's graves to talk to them.
He ignored them and went to a place only he knew, stopping when he was atop the graves he sought.