Elodie sighed. Her hard-worked hands ached from a hard day's work and her legs begged her to rest. Cold eyes swept over her in the field as she plucked the cotton from the plant, gasping softly when an unusually sharp seed pricked her. Her mother told her to swallow the pain as she stared at the gaping red cut on her chocolate brown skin. "Ohh...". Harriet watched with weary eyes as the slaves toiled away in the sea of cotton. The drivers, mounted on their horses, watched them with hard hearts. At the house, the master sat on the front porch and read the paper to his children and wife, who was busy trying to rock a child to sleep. She shook her head. How could harmony live among such sorrow and pain? Elodie pulled the thin blanket over her sweaty body. Dark dreams threatened to overtake her tired mind, but she forced them away. "Moses is coming." she whispered to herself.