CORUNNA CEMETERY Planted when it first began to take in guests, four giant pines mark the boundaries.  In between, a motley gathering of stones still celebrate the despatch of first settlers and local swells, better folk from another age: Crapps, Thompsons, Neguses and Snells dot the empty space.  Every now and then some round-eyed zealot hauls his slasher over the bare spots, keeping the grass low, the snakes out. You can’t see where the paupers lie, nor the Chinese – no cemetery but this would have them – their grave poles with Chinger script tidied away years back.  Only the…