A child was wrapped in it. What child?

I couldn t see his face, but the organ was draped in black.

and the cloth that had been on his head, not lying with the linen cloths, but rolled up in a place by itself.

And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.

I received a box in the mail and it was wrapped with newspaper and there was the picture of the man on the newspaper and he was dead.

He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried.