Chapter 20: XVIII

XVIII Swa-lah-kin The Frog Woman With her moods of shade and sunshine Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate, Feet as rapid as the river, Tresses flowing like the water, And as musical a laughter; Hiawatha A week had passed since the roundup outfit left the ranch. The lengthening days brought with them the indubitable evidence of an early and short lived autumn. The deep green leaves were transforming to mellow golden and the blaze of crimson glo…