The Dunbeath Water - Neil Gunn's 'Highland River'

Above him, as he left the falls behind, he saw the cemetery against the sky. The tombstones, showing over the wall, were tall and short, broad-shouldered and slim, as humans are. But the older stones inside were flat to the grass, as he knew, and the names and the dates half eaten away. Once Angus had said to him that he, too, would pass the place at midnight. And here he was, not frightened at all.

—Neil M Gunn, Highland River