Chapter 27: XXV

XXV Voice of the Autumn Leaves Wooed her with his words of sweetness, Wooed her with his soft caresses. Hiawatha As Jim turned to leave the teepee, Mary, the shy girl, handed him a sheet of paper on which was fastened a number of minute fragments of a letter, discolored and dingy, but neatly joined together. He read the following written in a feminine hand: “Dear Alfred: “—not state—coming home. I hope—back with—fortune—went to find. —horrible Indians—that…