He returned to the house, dressed himself up in his cycling costume and rode away with the bones and the spade to the cemetery.
"Indian Ghost Stories" by S. Mukerji
Blest be the spade that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
"Zigzag Journeys in Europe" by Hezekiah Butterworth
I asked him what was done with the bones I saw lying there, adding to the heap a fragment or two that had fallen unnoticed from his spade.
"Nooks and Corners of the New England Coast" by Samuel Adams Drake