Melancholy in the Ozarks. Or, a cemetery fading down into the fallen leaves.

Caution: There are feral hogs in the Hamilton Valley. Or at least there were in early March, 2013. I'm not going back unless I'm with some other people, and I'm going to call the park office first. I regard feral hogs as the most dangerous large animal in the Ozarks. Big ones aren't scared of people. I'd rather run into a bear.

Hamilton Hollow Cemetery is marked on old topographical maps. An old, little used cartpath leads from the the main Hamilton Valley trail to the cemetery (image above). There's more to the hill than the image shows; the hilltop, where the cemetery is located, is perhaps two hundred feet above the valley.

There's not much cemetery to see (image below). In fact, at first glance, there's no sign of any cemetery. It looks for all the world like just another Ozark hilltop.

Eventually, after walking to and fro across the hill, I found a couple of low headstones:

At one point, I rooted around on the internet and found a little information about the (see this page). Perhaps as many as 14 people are buried there, the earliest in 1878 and the last in 1950. At one point, three of the oldest graves had headstones, but now only the two newest ones remain.

There are a few sketchy (almost effaced, in fact) signs that the newest graves were decorated at one time, but it must have been long ago:

And at one point, the cemetery was fenced. The fence has just about disappeared: