They did not use coffins at Ehrenberg, because they had none, I suppose.
The next day I asked Jack to walk to the grave-yard with me.

He postponed it from day to day, but I insisted upon going.

At last, he took me to see it.
There was no enclosure, but the bare, sloping, sandy place was sprinkled with graves, marked by heaps of stones, and in some instances by rude crosses of wood, some of which had been wrenched from their upright position by the fierce sand-storms.

There was not a blade of grass, a tree, or a flower.

I walked about among these graves, and close beside some of them I saw deep holes and whitnened bones.