Oh, and here's a fun excerpt and one of the reasons I want to find the cemetery. This is from a page that lays out a TON of my early family history, put together by a distant relative in east Texas:
William and his family lived at the foot of one of the Murray County, Georgia mountians. Around 1852, a disastrous drought hit that section of Georgia. William went into the mountains to try to kill some wild meat. He sensed that an animal was watching, and as he turned to look, a hugh bear sprang at him. William had no time to grab his nearby gun for the bear was upon him. He began to slash at the bear with his knife as the animal bit and clawed him. For some time they fought. Finally, both of them exhausted, they quit struggling and the bear limped away into the trees. William, cut, scratched, and mauled, dragged himself down the mountain side to his home. The men of the neighborhood went to the place of the fight and followed a trail of blood some 50 yards to where a hugh brown bear lay dead. William died later that night.