The small cardboard box which Charles Cochran, a Tennessee barber, carried when he entered his New Market yard one evening last week contained his dead baby daughter, born three months premature at a hospital 18 miles away. The doctor had worked on her for an hour and a half; given up. Barber Cochran put her on a shelf in his smoke house for burial next day. Next afternoon when he opened the box the baby began to cry. Rushed back to the hospital, she lived for 24 hours, then died permanently.
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