Chapter 11: IX

IX Under the Whispering Pines To love the softest hearts are prone, But such can ne’er be all his own; Too timid in his woes to share, Too meet to meet, or brave despair; And sterner hearts alone may feel The wound that time can never heal. The Giaour Two weeks had passed since the incident of Densmore’s riding; everything drifting along the usual channel. The hot July days were beginning to heat the great Clay Banks of the Pend d’Oreille, but un…