Can we ever recover from the misery brought upon us by poor Kate's fate ?" The missionary raised his hand as if to exhort some power above.
"Curse the Girty's!" he exclaimed in a sudden burst of uncontrollable passion.

"Having conquered all other obstacles, must we fail because of wicked men of our own race?
Oh, curse them!" "Come," he said, presently, in a voice which trembled with the effort he made to be calm.

"We'll go in to Nellie." The three men entered Mr.Wells' cabin.

The old missionary, with bowed head and hands clasped behind his back, was pacing to and fro.
He greeted Jim with glad surprise.
"We want Nellie to see him," whispered Heckewelder.

"We think the surprise will do her good." "I trust it may," said Mr.Wells.
"Leave it to me." They followed Heckewelder into an adjoining room.