Ida Hauchawout Author:Theodore Dreiser But the figure in the coffin, embedded in such voluptuous materiality at so late a date, she who had followed the plow and pitched hay, struck me as remarkable. Her hair was thick and coarse, but smoothly plaited and laid -- red hair. The large, bony head, with the wide mouth and small nose, looked tired indeed. But one strong arm held snugly th... more »e minute infant that had never known life pressed close to her breast and big yearning face.« less