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In turn Pauline and Edward discharged the relative they had hired and went back to working their own farm. They missed the big money and the good food and the gifts of clothing. Edward was particularly chopped down. He had lost face with both his white and black friends.
This was only the beginning of trouble. First, Christopher came back from New York in a box and was buried in the plantation graveyard. Pauline's screams were heard across the creek. “My boy gone, my boy gone. Oh, God, my boy done gone and leave me,” she cried as the dirt fell on the coffin. She wrenched herself free from supporting arms and jumped into the half filled grave. It was a long time before her relatives could quiet her.
When the winter came another box arrived from New York. Inside was the baby of the family, little Allen. He too, was buried in the plantation graveyard. This time Pauline did not scream. She stood by the grave with a stony look on her face.
Edward did not make a display of his emotions but he went around with his head hanging low. His friends heard him express these sentiments the day following the funeral: “I proud of my son