Country graveyard

Hike just about any trail through the New England forests and you're likely to encounter human history, along with the natural variety. There are the rock walls, of course—the reminders that the landscape was once cleared and used for pasture and farm fields—and there are old cellar holes, the stone foundations the only sign that someone once lived here. Sometimes, however, there are other signs. Today, I encountered this graveyard deep in the woods. It was reasonably well cared for, and even though the grass hadn't been cut in a while, the rock wall surrounding the cemetery was in good repair. There must be a story here, but my cursory examination of the headstones revealed nothing; the markers I examined had been weathered smooth. Since I was in a hurry to find the wetlands I'd come to explore, I didn't look at all of stones. Some of them, no doubt, will reveal their history and give me a glimpse of the community that, before my time here, thrived in this area. All I have so far is a picture, and a curiosity-piquing mystery.