The Trail of Tears in the
by Clint Vernoy
the 23rd, I was
attending the birth
of a little baby girl to a
young woman in the village.
She gave birth around 2:00
a.m. I got home and didn't get
to bed until around 3:00 a.m.
Ten minutes after I went to
bed, a knock came at the door
and they were calling
me to another birth.
This one was a mother of six.
She was having trouble delivering
and they wanted me to help. After
about an hour of work, we were
able to help her deliver it, but I
noticed some bright red blood
that had pooled before I got
there. I was worried but couldn't
really do anything out here. The
bleeding seemed to stop and I
came home around 4:30 a.m.
I was awakened with the news
that she was dead. She was named
Magdalena, a sweet spirited woman,
very shy and quiet but faithful al-
ways to church. She was always in
the back on the left hand side. She
gave birth to a little boy. The birth
happened so fast that she gave birth
on the path and she must have rup-
tured her uterus.
I began to make the coffin.
Magdelena's husband and I are the
best carpenters in the village. I made
a coffin for him. I put a small cross on
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