Eventually, they penetrated a graveyard of normal dimen- sions and demeanor. Here trees thrust themselves up randomly, the browned grassy ground was unleveled, and markers were allowed idiosyncrasies.

“Here it is!” cried Abey after an apparently frantic, but actually quite systematic search. He lumbered as rapidly as possible back to the car where he was momentarily perturbed to find someone had removed a pair of batteries from the boombox.

“Look how many it still has!” someone provocatively quipped.