In the new cemetery blackberry bushes would not be permitted.

Along the older plot they flourished.

The place itself is over-grown with rank grasses, with ivy run wild, with untended shrubs, often hiding the memorials, which are mostly of brown sandstone or gray slate.

It lies in deep shadow under cypress and willow.

It is very still under the gloom of its careless growths--a place not reassuring to the imaginative.
The bottoms of the tin pails had been covered with berries found outside the board fence, and now a hunt for other laden bushes led the twins to a trove of ripened fruit partly outside and partly inside that plot where those of old Newbern had been chested and laid unto their fathers.
There was, of course, no question as to the ownership of that fruit out here.