About 20 miles southwest of Beloit Kansas, on a dirt road between fields of wheat, I came across the small Elmira cemetery, dated 1876. Here are the epitaphs from one row of stones. I’ll let them speak for themselves.

The last monument was not carved from stone like the others. It was a simple tin marker, looking like it should me at the end of a row of tomatoes. The epitaph was scratched into the tin, and Rubin’s name was spelled wrong.