Huckleberry Finn was there, with his dead cat.

The boys moved off and disappeared in the gloom.

At the end of half an hour they were wading through the tall grass of the graveyard.
It was a graveyard of the old-fashioned Western kind.

It was on a hill, about a mile and a half from the village.

It had a crazy board fence around it, which leaned inward in places, and outward the rest of the time, but stood upright nowhere.