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YOUNG LION OF THE WOODS;

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A STORY OF EARLY COLONIAL DAYS.

THOMAS B. SMITH.

Here in Canadian hearth, and homo, and name ; —

This name which yet shall grow

Till all the nations know
Us for a patriot people, heart and hand
Loyal to our native earth, our own Canadian land !

— CllAS. O. D. R0BIRT8.

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HALIFAX, N. S. :

NOVA SCOTIA PRIMTINO COMPANY.
1889.

Kntercd acconUmi to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year 18S9,
by Thomas B. Smith, at the Department of Agriculture.

^rbtcntt0n.

To MY Wli'B

I Dkdioatr this, my First Work,
With my Lovk.

PREFACE.

THE only merit that the writer claims for the following pages
is, that they contain a record of facts, setting forth the
sacred sentiments of duty, religious trust, and the spirit of
liberty, amid sufferings and hardships of persons, whose loyalty
was put to the severest test.

It has been beautifully said, " that he who sets a colony on foot
designs a great work." "He designs all the good, and all the glory,
of which, in the series of ages, it might be the means ; and he shall
be judged more by the lofty, ultimate aim and result, than by the
actual instant motive. You may well admire, therefore, the solemn
and adorned plausibilities of the colonizing of Rome from Troy, in
the £neid ! Though the leader had been burned out of house and
home, and could not choose but go. You may find in the flight of
the female founder of the gloomy greatness of Carthage a certain
epic interest ; yet was she running from the madness of her hus>
band to save her life. Emigration from our stocked communities of
undeified men and women, emigration for conquest, for gold, for
very restlessness of spirit, if they grow toward an imperial issue,
ha^ all thus a prescriptive and recognized ingredient of heroism.
But when the immediate motive is as grand as the ultimate hope
was lofty, and the ultimate success splendid, then, to use an
expression of Bacon's," ''the music is fuller."

In the hope that the privations and heroic conduct of those who
ar€ the subjects of the story, in the following chapters, may prove
as interesting to the public as they did to the writer, when he first
learned the history of such heroif*!Ti, the writer submits them to
the reader.

January, 1889.

INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER.

// Thb records of the lives and actions of those who have

preceded us in the procession of the generations, are full of
instruction and interest, in many instances they hold up
to our emulation great models of patriotism, patience, endur-
ance, activity and pluck. It is to be regretted that many
documents of past ages have been destroyed through lack of
knowledge of their real value, and of the light they would
have thrown upon the early history of the country. Some
iew, regarded merely as the relics of departed ancestors, have
been so secretly kept and treasured, that dust, must and rust
have all but completely defaced them.

If our ancestors had been wise in preserving the papers
of their fathers, lo ig ago there might have been collected
from such documents, and displayed, many particulars of
positive information concerning the very early history of the
English in Acadia.

We might have possessed a much fuller history of the
times when great difficulties and dangers opposed the settlers.
When rushing rivers had to be crossed without boat or
bridge ; when men and women often found it necessary to
contend single handed with Indians ; and when, for meeting
the many obstacles that placed themselves in their path, our
ancestors were often but poorly equipped.

YOUNG LION OP THB WOODS.

Whilst we take pride in the hardships cheerfully borne
by our forefathers in the early colonial days, may we not be
sometimes inclined to forget those fleet-footed, clever, dusky
sons of the forest, to whose generous aid they were not
infrequently indebted for protection from hostile men and
savage beasts, and even sometimes for sustenance?

When we have secured positive information that now
and again there have appeared among the brawny men of
the forest noble specimens of all that is true and kind, let
us not foil to record their deeds of faithfulness and heroism.
The least we can do for such is to bring to light their actions
and preserve their history. When beneath the shade of the
forest, on the trackless desert, on the rushing river, in
tempest and thunder, or when watching in the vicinity of
an old fort or near the log cabin of the early colonists, the
Red man has been found a faithful friend and guide ; should
not his deeds of kindness, faithfulness and bravery be recorded
side by side with those of the noblest of the human race ?

The story r«ilated in the following chapters has been
gathered from facts stated in time-worn documents, which
have been lying for generations concealed in a wooden box.
The only regret of the writer is. that it was impossible for
him to gain access to all the old musty and defaced papers
in the box. The old gentleman, in whose possession they
were found, is very old and eccentric, and by no effort or
persuasion could the writer induce him to part company with
the documents, but for a short time. But although the task
of procuring them was extremely difficult, and that of deci-
phering them afterwards was both difficult and tedious, still

INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER.

thfi satisfaction of having rescued from decay and destruc-
tion, what seems so interesting, is satisfaction sufficient for
the writer.

That portion of the documents relating the events in
connection with the first and second settlement of an English
officer and his family, during the last century, in a district
^hich is now said to be one of the r ost beautiful portions
of Canada, is most instructive and int( resting, although at
times, while deciphering it, the wr^ur felt his blood quicken
in its pulsations, and tears forcing their way to the surface.

A few years previous to this English ofTicers first attempt
at settlement in Nova Scotia, he came out to Quebec with
his regiment. The remaining portion of this introductory
chapter will narrate some events in connection with the early
life of the officer, his coming to Quebec with his regiment,
his short stay there, and his return to his native country : —

On board the transport Pitt^ in the year 1765, at Cork,
embarked Captain Godfrey with his regiment, the 52nd foot,
for Quebec, North America.

On fhe passage the Pitt was wrecked in the Gulf of St.
Lawrence, whore Captain Godfrey with his regiment suffered
many hardships.

The ship ran ashore in a dense fog, which had prevailed
for several days. The Captain remaining by the wreck for
eleven days, assisted in savi'ig the lives of the soldiers wives
and children, and in landing the King's stores. The trans-
port struck well up the gulf on the Nova Scotian coast (now
New Brunswick). The exact locality is not stated. The night
of the disaster was densely dark, and soon after striking the

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ship began to pound and leak badly. Had the wind sprung
up during the hours of darkness not a soul on board would
have lived to record the tale. Very early the next mornings
as Captain Godfrey was standing on the quarter deck, con-
versing with the officer in charge of the ship, the rain begaa
suddenly to descend in torrents and the wind to freshen.
The mist that had enshrouded the ship for so many days-
began to lift, and the sun shone through by instalments.
Soon it was seen that the Pitt was hemmed in by rocks^
almost wedged in among them. Fortunately the storm soon
abated, and the situation of the vessel kept her in an upright
position. The fog settled down again, and for the next ten
days all on board were kept busy in saving their effects and
the King's stores.

At the end of ton days all on board were taken off..
General Murray, commanding at Quebec, by some means not
recorded, having heard of the disaster, sent a man-of-war
schooner to the relief of the sufferers, and they were safely
conveyed to Quebec.

Captain Godfrey, through exposure and fatigue, contracted
a severe cold, and at last, his life being despaired of, th&
surgeoa of the regiment advised his return to England. Ha
applied to General Clavering for leave of absence, or to grant
him permission to sell out of the army. The permission
being granted, he soon set about preparing to leave Quebec,
and rejoin his wife and five children in England. Captain
Godfrey notes in a memorandum his great sorrow in parting
from his regiment, and that his zeal for serving his King and
country was so great that nothing but extreme weakness

INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER.

would have induced him to part from his regiment and King
George the Third's service.

Before leaving Quehec to return home to his native land,
Captain Godfrey visited the spot where, six years before, the
gallant Wolfe had poured out his life's blood in the service
of his King and country. Here the Captain knelt and
offered up to Him who guides the stars in their courses,
thanksgiving for the brilliant and decisive victory gained by
the British arms.

The following is from one of his memoranda : — " As I
stood, and as I knelt where Wolfe fell, I more than ever
realized what it is to be a brave soldier and a good man.
As I rose from the spot I whispered to myself, if I am,
through the providence of the Almighty, allowed to once
again visit my native land, I will go to the widowed mother
of General Wolfe and tell her where I have been and what
I have seen. That I have stood on the very spot where
victory and death gave the crowning lustre to the name of
her great son.'*

CKarles Godfrey was born at St. Ann's, England, in the
year 1730. The following, copied from an old document,
gives a brief sketch of his early career : — " Was put on board
His Majesty's ship Bedford, Capt. Cornwall master, in the
year 1741, and in 1742 went out to the Mediterranean. In
1743 viras at the seige of Villa Franca, where with a large
party of seamen was ordered on shore, and quartered at a
six gun battery, under the command of Capt. Gugger, of the
Royal Artillery. Was at the battle of Toulon, with Admirals
Matthews and Lostock, on board said ship Bedford, then

YOUNG LION OF THE WOODS

commanded l)y George Townsend. Was at the taking of
several rich ships off the Island of Malta, which ships and
their cargoes were afterward restored to the Genoese. Con-
tinued in the navy till the peace of Utretch, and for some-
time subsequently. Afterward, a warrant being procured,
attended the Royal Aca<lemy at Woolwich as a gentleman
cadet, in which station was allowed to remain till 1755.
Received a commission, and was appointed to the 52nd foot,
by the recommendation of His Royal Highness the Duke of
Cambridge, who was afterwards pleased to recommend me
for a Lieutenancy, and a few years later my friends procured
for roe a Captaincy."

* Captain Godfrey returned to England on board a trans-
port from Quebec. This young officer appears to have been
highly respected by the different Generals and Field Officers
under whom he had served. He was presented, shortly after
his arrival in England, with a certificate of character, signed
by Lieut. -Genl John Clavering, Colonel of the 52nd Regt.,
Lieut.-Genl. Edward Sandford, Lieut.-Genl. Sir John Sea-
bright, Major-Genl. Guy Carleton, Major-Genl. John Alex.
McKay, Lieut.-Col. Valentine Jones, Lieut.-Genl. Burgoyne,
and Major Philip Skene.

The above has been copied principally for the purpose of
showing that the following story has for its characters those
who once livjd and moved in the early English colonial life
of Acadia. If the districts and places where the events
related in this book occurred could speak, they would tell

The full name of this British offloer is not given in any part of this work.

INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER. 9

nearly the same thrilling and extraordinary story. In many
of these localities great and important changes have taken
place through a century and a quarter of time, but the records
of the past remain unchanged.

Our barns may be built over the graves of the Indians,
«nd our houses on the sites of their wigwams ; our cattle
may graze upon the hillsides and valleys of their hunting
grounds, and our churches may be erected on positions where
the Red men of the forest gathered together to invoke the
"blessing of the Great Chief of the everlasting hunting ground,
yet what is truly written of the past must remain unalterable.

Note. — The wrecked transport FiH was named, it is said,
in honour of the Earl of Chatham ; and tradition states that
one of the boats of the ship drifted from the wreck and went
ashore at a point of land near where the town of Chatham
now stands, the ship's name being painted on the boat ; and
from this circumstance Chatham, on the Miramichi River,
received its name.

CHAPTER I.

R li

FIRST EXPERIENCE OF COLONIAL LIFE, 1769-70,

Captain Godfrey's health gradually improved after hia
return to his native country. When he thought himself
sufficiently recovered he felt anxious to embark in soma
branch of business, and not feeling inclined to do so in
England, he purchased a grant of land from Lynge Tottenham^
Esq., this land was situated on the bank of the River St»
John, Nova Scotia.

In the early part of the year 1769, after three years of
rest. Captain Godfrey purchased various kinds of merchandize^
which he was advised were best adapted to the colonial trade.
He freighted a vessel in London, and embarked with hia
wife and family for Halifax, in the month of June, 1769.

On the passage out the weather was usuail^ fine, but
the progress was slow, and nothing remarkable occurred on
board during the sixty-two days they were in crossing the
Atlantic.

Soon after landing at Halifax, Captain Godfrey heard
that the Governor of Nova Scotia, (Lord William Campbell,)
required some person of experience to enter into possession
of Fort Frederick, situated at the mouth of the River St.
John, and take charge of the arms, ammunition, and all
other of His Majesty King George the Third's stores. He

FIRST EXPERIBNOU OF COLONIAL UFE, 1769-70. 11

had an interview with the GoTemor and was appointed to
take charge of the fort.

After having secured the appointment at Fort Frederick,
he concluded to commence trading operations at that r"^"*
and gave bonds to the governor in the sum of one thousand
pounds for the privilege of carrying on a legitimate business
with the settlers and Indians.''^

After spending the winter at Halifax, he chartered a
brig in the month of May, 1770, and then putting on board
his goods and stores sailed for Fort Frederick with his wife
and family. On his arrival at the fort he carefully surveyed
the situation and concluded that he would abandon the idea
of trading there.

He found no one at the fort to assist him in protecting
it, and a few days after his arrival the Indians became so
troublesome and threatening that he found it would be

* PROVINCE OF NOVA SCOTIA.

Ktaow all men by these presents, that we, Charles * * * Godfrey * * *
and Charles Morris, Esqs., both of Halifax, do acknowledge ourselves Justly
indebted xmto our Sovereign Lord King Qeorge the Third, his heirs and sue*
oessors, in the just and full sum of one thousand pounds currency of the Provineo
of Nova Scotia, to which payment well and truly to be made and done, we bind
ourselves, our heirs, executors and administrators Jointly by these presents.
Witness our hand apd seals, this thirtieth day of- April, one thousand seven
hundred and seventy, in the tenth year of His Majesty's reign.

CHARLKS * '* * GODFRIT * * ♦ .

Signed and sealed in the presence of Charlis Morris, Jr.

Nathl. Shiptoh.

Secretary's Office, Halifaa, AprU SOth, 1770.

Captain * * * Godfrey * "* ■* has the Governor's permisnon to occupy th*
Fort and barracks of Frederick on the St. John River, &c., kc.

Richard Bvlkblt.

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impossible to remain there, protect the fort single-handed,
and carry on trading operations successfully.

One afternoon the Indians appeared before the fort in
numbers, threatening that if the place was not vacated at
once they would murder the occupants. They then made a
rush and got within the enclosure, and soon after retired.

Captain Godfrey had fortunately purchased from the
master of the vessel in which he brought his merchandize to
the fort, a small boat. The boat had been securely moored
at the island below the fort.

The day following the assembling at the fort the savages
again appeared and attempted to steal the boat, and would
have done so had not Mrs. Godfrey succeeded in reaching
the shore in time to discharge a musket at the thieves.
The Red-skins pulled the boat to the spot where she stood,
but Mrs. Godfrey never moved from the position she had
taken. When the Indians were in the act of jumping on
shore she ordered them to take the boat back to the place
from whence they had loosed it. One of the Redskins, a
tall, muscular fellow, who could speak some English, asked
her if she would get into the boat and go with them. If so,
the boat would be taken back and made fast. She replied,
" I have no doubt you are an honest man and would do no
injury to a weak, pale-faced woman, I will go with you.''
And as she said these words, she sprang into the boat and
sat down, resting the musket upon her knees.

The Indians paddled the boat back to the place whence
they had loosed it, and not one of them uttered a word.
After the boat had been made fast Mrs. Godfrev was

FIRST EXPERIENCE OF COLONIAL LIFE, 1769-70. 13

assisted ashore by the tall, muscular savage,, his four
companions walking away without saying a word. They
were soon joined by their tall, muscular friend, and a few
minutes later all were lost to view among the trees on the
shore.

Mrs. Godfrey retired to the fort, where she was warmly
congratulated by her husband for the tact and courage s^ e
had displayed in presence of the savages. She replied,
" the Indians seemed completely taken aback when I jumped
into the boat and had not recovered from their surprise
when they parted from me, and while 1 was sitting in the
boat, the deep, black eyes of the tall, muscular fellow looked
straight and steady at me, and at times I felt as though they
were piercing me through and through."

The evening was a solemn one at Fort Frederick. The
Captain and his wife talked over their situation, and the
children were restless, the slightest noise about the place
making the little ones tremble like aspen leaves. The Captain
and his wife agreed that it would be useless, while the
Indians were so troublesome, to remain at the Fort and
attempt to transact business with the settlers, who were few
indeed. ^

As they sat together that night in the Fort by the dim
light of a flickering candle, expecting every moment to be
disturbed by the war-whoop of the savages. Captain Godfrey
aaid to Margaret, (for such was the name of his wife,) " our
situation is serious." She replied, " I believe it to be most
dangerous " " What move would you propose," asked the
Captain. Margaret answered, " I would propose to return to

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Halifax, if it be possible to get there." The Captain then
said to his wife, " What do you think about going to
Griniross Neck where our grant of land is 1" Margaret
replied, " I am your wife, whatever you think best to do, do
it, and I will follow and support you to the best of my
ability." She then, together with her husband and children,
knelt in the lonely Fort and asked Him who had guided
and protected them thus far not to forsake them in their
present situation, but to guide, instruct and lead them in the
future. She rose on her feet, walked across the small, dingy
apartment, kissed each of the children, then taking her
husband by the hand, said to him, in a clear and decided
voice, " Whither thou goest I will follow, where thou
resteth I will rest, and where thou settlest there will I
be found with thee." And in presence of the children God
had given them, they bound their hearts to suffering and
death.

Fatigue and fear had overcome the little ones, and in a
short time they were sleeping soundly upon the floor

After some further conversation between the Captain
and his wife, it was agreed that he should attempt to proceed
before dawn in the little boat to Annapolis Royal, and there,
if possible, purchase a small vessel suitable to convey his
goods and family up the rive^r to his grant of land.

At four o'clock he secretly and alone left the fort, waving
with his hand an adieu to his wife, as he stepped out of the
door. He carried with him to the boat a camp blanket
which he intended to hoist as a sail. At four o'clock, thirty
minutes, he was on his way. As the little boat passed the

FIB8T BXPERIBNCB OF CX)LONIAL LIFB, 1769-70. 15

island at the mouth of the harbour a breeze sprang up. He
hoisted the sail, making it fast to one of the oars, which
was used as a mast ; the other oar being brought into play
for steering purposes. Captain Godfrey had been fortunate
in bringing with him from England several small compasses
and two larger ones, one of the latter he took with him.

A gentle but fair breeze followed the little ship from
land to land. The Captain found great difficulty in sighting
the entrance to Digby Bay, wheie he arrived safe and
sound at eleven o'clock the following morning.

The next day he proceeded to Annapolis Royal arriving
there at noon, where he purchased a large sloop, and without
delay got his boat on board and next day at the turn of tide
sailed for Digby. Here he took on board some water, and
after waiting several hours for a fair wind sailed for the
mouth of the St. John. At ten o'clock, a. m., June 30th,
he set sail to recross the Bay of Fundy and rejoin his wife
and family at Fort Frederick. He arrived off the harbour
the following moining quite early, but was unable to anchor
off Fort Frederick, till the evening on account of fog.
On arriving at the Fort he was greatly relieved of apprehen-
sions that would obtrude themselves upon him during his
lonely trip by finding his wife and children all well.

The following day he commenced to get his merchandize
on board the sloop. His wife and eldest son assisting. It
took fully ten days to accomplish the task, which proved to
be a tedious and toilsome one indeed. At last, everything
being ready, he vacated Fort Frederick and sailed for his
possessions up the river, intending there to settle and trade.

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Not many hours after they had left the Fort the report
of a musket was heard from the shore. Soon a canoe was
eeen approaching the sloop. As it came lear the vessel, an
Indian was seen as its only occupant. He paddled hia
canoe alongside the sloop. Captain Godfrey attentively
watched his every movement while Mrs. Godfrey seemed
quite indifferent at the presence of the stranger. She threw
him a small line and made signs to him to make fast hi»
canoe, which he appeared quickly to understand. Mrs.
Godfrey then motioned to the Indian to come on board, and
he at once bounded over the rail. As he stood on deck, his
comely Indian features were lit up by a good humoured
smile. He looked a giant, brave and^ active. He wa»
teeming all over with youthful vigour. His eyes were black
like polished jet, sparkling and deep set. His mouth large^
square and firm ; and his hair like threads of coarse, black
silk, brushed back from a low, narrow forehead, hung
loosely down over his broad, square shoulders.

His whole frame seemed stirred with a strong nervous
action, and a quick but expressive motion of his small brown
hand appeared as a signal for conversation. He at once
spoke, " May be if go to Grimross be scalped," and every
word brought with it increased action of both hand
and body. He continued, " Indians say war coming, must
have pale face blood and scalp."

Capt. Godfrey said not a word, but looked serious and
pale ; while deep anxiety was pictured on every feature of
his face. He felt that it was no use to retreat, and situated
as they were, where could they retreat in safety. Fort
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blood-thirsty savages, who had threatened tliem with tire
and murder if they did not abandon the place. In this
distracting situation Captain Godfrey held a council of war
within himself, and finally decided, come what might, evil
or good, he would push on to his destination.

He'wondered how the Indian knew he was bound for
Grimross, It occurred to him that perhaps the savage was
trying to find out where he intended to land, and there be
on hand to murder all on board and seize the sloop and
cargo. He thought, " if the Indian is sincere in warning us,
what interest has he in doing so ? What could he expect
in return for his kind act T These and many similiar
thoughts rushed quickly through the agitated brain of the
Captain. The Indian stood silent and motionless for a
moment, then returned to his canoe and paddled toward
the shore.

The eyes of Captain Godfrey followed the Red man to
the shore and watched him until he disappeared among the
trees on the river bank. The sloop was kept on her course
up the river. tKist after the sun had sunk beneath the
horizon, Captain Godfrey, by the persuasion of his wife,
anchored the sloop in a small recess in the shore. From the
time the Indian had reached the bank the Captain's wife
scarcely ever lifted her eyes from gazing on the right bank
of the river. Was she watching for a place to safely anchor
at night ? Or was she watching for the Indian's return ?
These questions were agitating the Captain's thoughts.

Captain Godfrey had never fully recovered from a weak-
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he had entluretl in the Gulf of St Lawrence. He was
strongly opposed to anchoring the sloop so near the shore.
He felt fearful that tluring the long watches of the night all
on board might be murdered. The armament of the vessol
consisted of two muskets, two pistols, and a sword. Her
cargo was valued at over two thousand pounds sterling.
She was deeply laden, and it was with great difficulty that
all the goods and chattels had been stowed on board ; several
boxes and bundles being closely packed and lashed on deck.

After everything had been made snug on board, sails
furled, (fee, the Captain and his wife asked the blessing of
the all-seeing One during the hours of the night. The
Captain was very tired, and the events of the day had not
added to his comfort. His wife persuaded him to go into
the small cabin and rest. She promised to call him if the
least danger appeared. She said that she was only too
willing to stand as sentinel until the sun-rise. It was only
through a knowledge of the determined spirit, good judgment,
quick eye, and self possession of his wife that he was induced
to retire to rest.

The children unconscious of the dangers surrounding
them, were nestled together in the small cabin like young
birds in a nest. During four long hours nothing unusual
occurred to break the stillness of the night. The rustling of
the leaves on the trees not many yards distant, and the
rippling of the water were all that could be heard, a dense
darkness, a blackness doubly deep appeared to settle over
and around the little vessel. The sentinel placed her soft
white hand close to her face but could not even distinguish
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At this moment there flaBhed through her mind the
words, " Watchman, what of the night." The words were
accompanied by a hand gently laid upon her shoulder. She
remained as motionless as a statue in the gloom. A gentle
breath whispered in her ear, " me Paul ;" " come tell you
Indians on other bank river ;" adding strength to the expres-
sion by taking her hand and pointing it to the opposite bank.
Ho then again whispered, " Fire gun next setting sun, where
«top," and then suddenly left her side, and she saw nothing
more that night of Paul Guidon, for such was the Indian's
name.

Captain Godfrey, after his many days of toil and anxiety,
slept 80 soundly that he did not wake till the sun had risen.
As soon as breakfast was over, and a chapter had been read
from an old family Bible, which had accompanied four
generations of the Landers through this vale of tears, sorrows
and joys, and a short prayer read from an old service book,
presented to Captain Godfrey by General Murray at Quebec,
the sloop was got under way and proceeded on her voyage,
the wind being fair and light. The prospect was not one
to gladden the hearts of the voyagers, though the day was
fine and sky clear. The progress was slow. Captain
Godfrey w»8 in better spirits than on the previous day, the
quiet night and refreshing sleep had somewhat braced him
up. The children sat on deck during the day, chatting,
playing and singing, while their mother, dauntless and
buoyant in spirit, retired to rest in the little smoke-box of a
cabin. She knew that very much depended upon her
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She closed her eyes with the whispered words upon her lips,
" I will follow what I believe to be the path of safety, and
I will tread it with a firm and unfaltering footstep, praise to
the Great King who sent us Paul Guidon in the thick dark-
ness io watch over us from the river's bank. It brings
to my remembrance what I have read in the Book of books,
of Pharaoh's daughter standing at* the river's brink and
rescuing the babe, and seeing that no harm befell it."

Little progress was made during the day. An hou** or
two before the shadows of evening had begun to fling their
leaden mantle around the sloop, Mrs. Godfrey appeared on
deck. Perfect stillness seemed to reign on every hand ;
even the little craft appeared to be half asleep, so lazily did
she move along. All above and about stretched the won-
drous beauty of the sky ; the deep blue clouds, as the day
wore away, becoming tinged with gold, contrasted in loveli-
ness with the green of earth. Not a sound was there to stir
the perfect stillness except the rippling of the water against
the vessel.

As Margaret sat beside her husband on that lovely
evening of July, the deep feelings that were stirred within
her soul seemed to find their natural outlet, as she turned to
her husband and paid, " this seems like a glimpse of some
better world." He replied, " it appears as though we are
sailing through a land of perfect rest." " I trust we are,
though we sail through a country peopled with savages."
She replied, " To-day we beheld the sun in his glory, and
strong in his power, now he is departing, but I trust as we
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of Pilots toward a land where glory never fades, and where
the True Light never grows dim, our passage may continually
be lit up by the reflecting rays of the Sun of Righteousness."
As she finished speaking a bright light flashed on the star-
board shore, quickly followed by the report of a musket.
The Captain, starting at the report, remarked, ** perhaps that
Indian (Paul) has been watching and following." Here the
Captain's words were cut short by a loud cry from one of the
children and the sound of a splash. Little Jack, the fourth
child, had tripped against the forward rail and gone over-
board. His mother, almost as quickly as the flash of a gun,
threw herself overboard at the stern of the sloop, holding on
to the rail with her hands and calling to the little fellow to
catch hold of her dress, as the tide carried him toward her.
He was too far out to reach her skirt, and the running water
carried him by her. She immediately let go both hands and
floated from the vessel, and made a desperate eff'ort to reach
her boy, The Captain, almost beside himself, put the helm
hard down, and was in the act of plunging in. Meantime
his wife and son were drifting farther away. Just then,
making a second desperate effort, she succeeded in grasping
her child. At this moment a canoe shot like an arrow past
the sloop, in it was Paul Guidon, paddling with might and
main, making straight for the drowning mother and her boy.
In another minute he had the child grasped firmly in his
Jong sinewy arms, and laying his breast and head over the
stern of the canoe, he called to the mother to grasp at once
his long hair as its ends fell into the water. He managed to
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difficulty in saving its mother. She drifted fully one hun-
dred yards, but all the distance holding stoutly to the Indian's
locks. With all the strength of Paul Guidon he was not
able to get Mrs. Godfrey into the canoe. Once he nearly
succeeded, but almost upset his little bark. He told her to
cling tightly to his hair, as he shoved the paddle over her
head, and at last he got the canoe to move slowly ahead, and
in a few minutes time he was at the side of the sloop, and
the mother and child were rescued from a watery grave. The
Indian would not go on board, and as soon as he saw that
the mother and child were likely to recover, he pulled away
to the shore.

The child soon recovered, but the mother lay upon the
deck for some time in a half unconscious state. At times a
quiet happiness seemed singing in her soul, that often broke
intc words of praise as the vessel drifted along in the still-
ness. On the right and left slept the country with its
wooded hills and dales. As Margaret Godfrey recovered she
said, " Charles, we appear to be sleeping on to our destina-
tion." *' Yes," he said ; " but perhaps that Indian has been
watching and following us, hiding among the trees along
the shore ; and as we have been going slowly all day, he
could with ease keep way with us. He may now consider
us far enough away from the fort to decoy and murder us,
seize our vessel and goods, and no suspicion rest upon him
as the murderer and robber."

" It may be that he has accomplices on our Uack; a band
of savages to quietly dispose of us and seize our possessions.'*
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than on the previous evening. Margaret replied, "God's
will be done ! We must anchor at some point to-night. —
Why not anchor here 1 At the earnest solicitation of his
wife, Captain Godfrey consented to run the sloop toward the
shore and anchor.

After a lengthened discussion between the Captain and
his wife upon the question of keeping watch during the
night, Margaret carried her point, and soon after stood alone
on the deck.

The reader, doubtless, will wonder why Margaret express-
ed so strong a desire to keep watch through thp long, lonely
hours of darkness. Before the conclusion of the story is
reached, he will have found out the reason.

Soon all was hushed, gross darkness had gathered over
the face of nature, and the eyes of the beloved on board
were closed in sleep. At about midnight Margaret was
slightly startled at hearing a footstep on deck. " Paul," she
whispered, " is that you." " Me," he answered in a low,
soft tone. " Most Indians away, far up country after game,
and not come back few days."

Paul Guidon was a sub-chief, and one of the bravest of
the tribe over which he exercised some authority. He was
feared and respected by all the tribes of the St. John. He
had used all his cunning and power to pilot the sloop safely
to her destination. He had for several days spread the
report that large herds of caribou and moose had appeared
in a part of the country forty miles west of the St. John
River. The Indians took the bait and had suddenly left in
pursuit of the game.

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Before leaving the deck Paul advised Margaret to get
the vessel under way at daylight next morning, in order that
the journey might be completed before the next setting of
the sun. He then took Mrs. Godfrey by the hand and
raising it to his broad breast passed it firmly over his quickly
throbbing heart, and almost instantly turned and shot from
her presence like an arrow in the darkness. Very early in
the morning the sloop was made ready to proceed on her
voyage. The wind was blowing stiffly and fair, the little
vessel reached along and arrived at her destination at five
o'clock in the afternoon. The anchor was let go between
an island and the river's bank. Thanksgiving and praise
were offered on board for past mercies and supplication for
continued guidance. Neither was Paul Guidon forgotten,
for Margaret breathed a silent supplication to Him who can
soften and subdue the savage breast, to guide, control and
direct the life and steps of her benefactor.

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CHAPTER II.

TRADING,— TROUBLE— RETREAT.

Aptbr landing at Grimross, Captain Godfrey looked about
to find his lot of land. Lot No. 14 he found belonged to a
Captain Spry, lot No. 15 to a Reverend Smith, and his own
lot he found to be No. 16. These lota were all facing the
St. John river, and extending back parallel with each other.
In looking over the plan of the lots, it appears that Captain
Godfrey settled on No. 1 4, Spry's lot, and on this lot he
commenced trading operations in an old house situated not
far from a stream leading from a lake on his own lot to the
St. John. On Captain Godfrey's lot were two small log
bouses, one occupied by a person named Sayhon, and the
other by a man named Crabtree. It may be, that the
Captain settled on Spry's lot because he could trade here to
the best advantage. Here he commenced business after
expending forty pounds, sterling money, in repairing the log
house and adding a store room, made of solid logs About
the middle of September, 1770, he opened out his wares and
began business. A few days later several Redskins came to
his shop and warned him to move away from the place,
threatening, if he did not do so, to burn his buildings and
goods.

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The Indians did not trouble him further until the middle
of November, when about thirty of them came to his place
of business with beaver, otter, raccoon, mink and other skins.
These he took in exchange for blankets, powder and other
goods, the Indians appearing well satisfied with the exchange.
About a fortnight later the Indians again returned in num-
bers, accompanied by a white man who acted as spokesman.
The white man, a peculiar looking character, with one eye
looking due north and the other due east, from beneath a
forehead very much resembling that of a monkey, stuttered
out to Captain G. : " We-e-e — e co-co-md t-t-to war-war-
warn you t-to g-g-g-git ou-out. Th-the la-lan-lands ar-are
Free n-sh le-le-lands, an-and th-the In-in-d-dans we-we-will
dri-dri-drive aw-all de-de-damd E-e-en-glis way, an-an gi-gi-
give the-the-em b-b-b-back to Fre-e-e-nsh." The Indians
and their low-browed, cross-eyed spokesman then left the
Captain's place of business without uttering another word.
On Christmas day, 1770, or about one month after their
last visit, eight of the Indians, accompanied by two squaws,
returned to the store at Grirawss Neck and whooped out in
tones of fury, " Fire, blood, scalps."

Captain Godfrey immediately barred his shop door, and
also the door of his house, seeing that the savages were bent
on mischief. The children were inside the store and house,
ard were terrified and trembling. At length the Redskins
b jame so excited and noisy and so wild in their movements,
that the place seemed like a pandemonium. They were
armed, each one having a knife about ten inches in length
stuck in his belt.

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Captain Godfrey consulted with his wife as to the wisest
course to be pursued, but no definite line of action was
arranged. The two old muskets were in the bedroom,
loaded, not having been discharged since they were fired off
on leaving Fort Frederick. The Captain's wife ran to the
room and brought out both guns into the kitchen. She
handed one to her husband remarking, " if the brutes
attempt to force their way into the house shoot the first one
that puts his moccasin over the door sill." At this time the
howling, yelling and cursing of the bloodthirsty fiends would
strike terror into the, stoutest heart. Finally they took up
a large stick of wood that was lying near the kitchen door
and made a desperate attempt to smash it in. Mrs.
Godfrey, who had stood near the door for sometime,
appeared calm and decided amid all the murderous clamour.
She stepped back a pace; and placing the butt of the nmsket
against her hip, with the muzzle slanting upwards, stood
firm as a statue.

The door was soon forced and the fiends came tumbling
in. Mrs. Godffey fired, the charge going over the heads of
the savages and entering the ceiling above the door. The
Indians in the rear seeing their comrades fall, and thinking
they were killed by the shot, at once retreated uttering
terrible threats of vengeance. One of the squaws, a short,
stout old creature, was so terrified by the report of the
musket and the falling to the floor of the three Indians,
that in her bewildered retreat she tumbled headlong down
a steep, stony bank and laid as if dead on the ice below.
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their legs would carry them. The old squaw was found and
taken prisoner by Mrs. Godfrey. Her nose and one rib were
broken, her left arm dislocated at the elbow, and both her
eyes completely closed with heavy shutters. She presented
a pitiable appearance, as she staggered along toward the
house supported by her captor. The Indians were so com-
pletely surprised and cowed by the courage of Mrs. Godfrey
that they never came back to look after the wounded squaw,
or sent to inquire whether she was living or dead.

As soon as the old squaw began to recover, Mrs.
Godfrey found out that the old woman could speak some
English. She said she was a widow about sixty years old.
That her husband had been killed at Fort Pitt in 1763.
Her only son had been taken prisoner by the English at
Fort Pitt, and had afterwards remained nine moons with an
English officer in New York. The officer went away to
England and wanted her son to go with him, but on the
eve of the officer's departure he ran away, soon got on the
trail of his mother, and at last found her at Detroit living
with a band of Iroquois. Not long afterward she and her
boy wandered from post to post and camp to camp until they
at last got over among the tribe on the St John, where they
had made their home among a strange tribe for the past two
years. ' Her son did not respect the tribe with whom they
lived. He had often told her that these Indians were not
pure bloods. Her son was sixteen years old when taken
prisoner at Fort Pitt. She had always been called Mag,
but when any of the tribe addressed her, it was by the not
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toward the setting sun to be with a party of English officers
on a hunting excursion, he had left her in September and
would not return for some moons.

Captain Godfrey and his family rested in comparative
peace for some weeks, and Mrs. Godfrey drew from Old
Mag many stories respecting the manner of life among the
various tribes of American Indians.

About one month after the old squaw had been captured,
she began to appear exceedingly dull and dispirited. The
Captain's wife said to her one morning, " Mag, are you ill,"
** No ! no !" she replied, " me no sick to-day," " bad dream
some nights ago. Saw all Indians outside house, and big
black devil's spirit come into them, black spirits come out
woods, and fire on their heads, all went into Indians and
made them dance war, yell and whoop and burn house."

All went fairly well until the 26th February, 1771,
when the red men again appeared at the premises of the
Captain. They were armed, and their actions seemed to be
in keeping with Old Mag's dream.

Their shrieks, yells and war-whoops were terrible, they
acted like demons. The children hid under the beds and
held on to the garments of their parents. The terrified
little ones trembled like leaves in an autumn breeze.
Spirits let loose from the regions of the damned could
hardly present a more devilish appearance than did the
savages. They were armed with muskets Old Mag, who
was crouching in a corner of the kitchen, shook with fear,
her teeth were chattering, and she appeared like a person
badly affected with fever and ague.

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The Redskins, about twenty in number, ran round and
round the house roaring like wild beasts thirsting for gore.
Charlie, the Captain's eldest boy, came rushing into the
kitclien screeming out that two of the Indians were making
a fire at the store door. Captain Godfrey ran to the shop,
looked out of the window and was horrified to find the side
of the building in flames. A minute after he had left the
kitchen two of the red devils broke in the door, Mrs.
Godfrey, with Charlie holding on to her skirt, had taken up
a position in front of Old Mag, as the charging enemy came
toward her, she fired. There was a yell, aa of death.
Captain Godfrey had placed the other musket in Old Mag's
lap, Mrs. Godfrey instantly seized it and quick as a flash
again fired and the door way was cleared.

In a few moments the smoke had cleared away. Two
human forms lay across the door sill and one within the
kitchen. These were the bodies of one dead and two dying
Indians. The dead man was completely scalped, the whole
top of his head being torn off". The other two were so
terribly mutilated about their faces and necks that they
lived but a few minutes. Forty minutes after Mrs.
Godfrey had fired the first shot scarcely a vestige of any-
thing remained on the spot where the house had stood.
As soon as the savages were aware that three of their
comrades had fallen in the assault, they beat a hasty
retreat.

Let the reader pause for a few moments to consider the
situation of Captain Godfrey, his wife and their five
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sands of miles from friends and home. Out in the cold,
amid the frost and snow of an Acadian winter, without a
house to shelter them, a friend to cheer them, or a lire to
warm them ; surrounded by demons of the forest, panting
and thirsting for their blood. There was no possible escape
by water, the St. John was covered by a thick winding
sheet of ice, and the sloop was lying some miles away in an
icy bed of a lake. The history of early colonial life does
not and cannot present a more affecting scene than that of
the Godfrey family, as they stood alone on the banks of
the river St. John in the midnight of a Nova Scotian
winter.

All that was saved from the flames were several pieces
of half-burnt pork, the two old muskets, a few half-burnt
blankets, one. hundred and forty pounds of beaver skin,
between two and three hundred weight of gunpowder, the
old family Bible and service book, and a trunk containing
some papers and old clothes. The above articles Captain
Godfrey and his soil, at the risk of their lives, saved from
complete destruction. In an hour the little band of early
settlers was reduced from comfortable circumstances to a
misery beyond the power of words to express. Darkness
would soon ,cover the spot of desolation. But five hours of
daylight were left in which escape could be made. They
*" knew not in which direction to flee for shelter. The Captain
consulted with his brave partner, but all seemed dark ; no
way of escape presented itself. To remain where they were
during ^tho coming night meant death. There were only
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Finally Mrs. Godfrey assembled her shivering children about
her and read aloud the twenty-third psalm, and closing the
old service book she said to her husband, let us no longer
tarry here, lot us make haste towards the sloop. As they
were about to start, it suddenly occurred to Mrs. Godfrey
that Old Mag was missing. The Captain had not seen her
since he placed the musket in her lap. The children had
not seen her since the burning of the house, and Mrs.
Godfrey had not seen her after she had taken the musket
off her lap. The old squaw's absence caused a delay in
setting out for the sloop. As no trace of Old Mag could
be found, it was the opinion of both the Captain and his
wife, that she had either perished in the flames or had
slipped out of the kitchen before the smoke had cleared
away and followed the Indians in their retreat.

Neither the Captain nor his wife would leave the locality
without making a search for Old Mag During the search,
Captain Godfrey, whose strength had been severely tested
since his arrival at Grimross in July, sank to the ground in
a swoon. At this crisis his wife displayed the greatness of
her character. As troubles thickened abcat her she seemed
to develop qualities that only woman cast in an heroic mould
are capable of exhibiting. She whispered to her husband,
" We cannot find Mag, I must save you." These words
appeared to have a magic effect on the Captain. He rose to'
his feet, supported by his wife, and soon after they were
staggering on towards the river leading to the lake, followed
by their five children, the eldest, who was but twelve,
carrying with him his youngest brother, only two years old.

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At length thej reached the lake, and at this point of the
journey Mrs. Godfrey was compelled to order a halt. She
was heavily handicapped, having a large shawl tied across
her shoulders filled with the burnt pork and some blankets.
Alter a few minutes rest they were again tugging along
towards their little ark. As the light of the sun gradually
faded away, the little band of colonists tried to quicken
their pace, but they tried in vain. They were so exhausted
that it was with great difficulty they kept on their feet.

The children were more dead than alive, and the
approaching darkness tilled them with terror. Their mother
would say to them, " Keep along, follow closely, the moon
is rising, we shall soon have plenty of light." In this
manner they toiled on till midnight, when they reached the
gloop. Fortunately for the little band of wanderers. Captain
Godfrey had left on board the vessel a small Dutch stove
and a number of broken lynxes. A fire was soon made, some
of the burnt pork was sliced and put in a pan and fried for
the night's meal. But the children sank to rest soon after
getting on board, and lay huddled together on the cabin
floor. After the Captain and his wife had partaken of the
meal and before retiring to rest on the hard boards of the
floor, Mrs. Godfrey read, by the dim light ot a candle, the
fifty-fourth psalm.

Nothing can better prove the genuineness of a life, the

soundness of a profession, the real character of a man or

woman, than those extreme trials and difficulties of earth,

when no friends are near to help and where no way of

escape seems possible. In trials, such as those related
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above, the noblest traits of character or the hollowness and
rottenness of a profession are often plainly seen. Five cold
winter days and nights came and passed, yet no relief came
to the imprisoned family. They dare not move out, fearing
the Indians would see them and come at night and murder
them. The sixth day Crabtree, who lived some miles
distant from where the Godfreys had resided, having heard
of the attack of the savages and the destruction they had
caused, made his way to the scone of the ruins. He could
find no trace of the Godfreys and was returning by the
border of the lake to his log cabin, when he saw the sloop far
in the distance like a speck on the frozen surface of the lake.
He hastened out to where she lay. To his surprise and joy
he found out, when nearing the little craft, signs of life on
board. Sparks were issuing from the cabin. Very soon he
was on board. He was met at the companion-way by the
Captain who gave him a thousand welcomes. Crabtree,
after a few minutes rest and conversation, started for his
home, eleven miles distant, promising to return early tho
next morning with a sledge to assist in taking the children
to his cabin. In the morning he returned, and Captain
Godfrey, his wife, and little ones, left the sloop and went to
Crabtree's. Captain and Mrs. Godfrey and Charlie had to
walk the entire distance over the lake and through the
forest to Crabtree's log house.

The man who had rescued them attended to their wants
as well as his circumstances would allow. He kept the
distressed family until the month of May, when the ice in
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fit out the sloop, being determined to leave the place as soon
as possible. The sails and part of the rigging were con-
sumed in the fire at Grimross. He had fortunately saved
two of the compasses from the flames. After days of toil he
managed to get the vessel in fair working order. The old
half-burnt blankets were patched together and a mainsail
and jib were completed. On the 30th of May, 1771, he
set sail for Fort Frederick.

On the passage down the river several Indians were
seen on the banks of the stream, but none of them made anv
trouble. After eleven months absence the Captain found
himself at Fort Frederick once again. Captain Godfrey said
to his wife, '' Margaret, what changes are often wrought in
a few months." *' Yes ! true !" she replied, '* we have lost
our property, but we b»ve escaped with our lives and those
of our children. Our reputations are not ditnned, neither
has the Lord forsaken us. The best of our fortune remains
with us. An honourable foundation remains on which we
can re-erect our future structure Let us thank a ^',ise,
over-ruling providence that a fortune still remains to us,
though we have passed through great misfortune."

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After the arrival of the sloop at the mouth of the St.
John, the Captain was compelled to leave his wife and family.
There was not a morsel of food of any description in the
locker. The necessaries that had been supplied by Crab-
tree for the voyage were entirely consumed.

The day following the arrival off Fort Frederick, Captain
Godfrey set sail in his small boat for Passmaquaddy, eighteen
leagues distant. The boat was the same one jia which he
accomplished his successful journey to Annapolis Royal.
His intention in setting out for Passmaquaddy was to visit
a settlement belonging to a Lieutenant of the Royal Navy,
and the- procure some supplies for his family, and sails and
rig;;ii!-; fo ..he sloop.

Ht. left his family in a most destitute condition, they
having neither shoes nor stockings to their feet, and every
other article of their clothing being in rags and tatters.
While the Captain was absent, his wife and family were
obliged to traverse the shore seeking for small fish, which
they were sometimes fortunate in securing. The second
evening after Captain Godfrey had left for Lieut. Owen's
settlement, being a clear, moonlight one in June, Mrs.

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Godfrey thought she vsaw an object floating leisurely down
the river in the direction of the sloop. She went below and
brought on deck one of the old muskets which did such
valuable service at Grimross. Charlie, her twelve-year old
son, said to his mother : '' Do you see Indians?" The little
fellow was so agitated he could scarcely speak. She cautioned
her son to remain perfectly quiet, and not to utter another
word. Brave, calm, unmoved, she stood over her boy at
the bow of the sloop. On the nearer approach of the object
she discovered it was a canoe, with someone leisureljr pad-
dling it along. It had almost drifted by the vessel when,
to her surprise, it suddenly turned, and ran straight as an
arrow for the side of the sloop.

Mrs Godfrey, in a loud, firm tone, sang out :
"Pull away, or I'll shoot you ! "

The canoe was turned about in an instant, and as quick
came floating over the water the words :
" Me, Paul : Me, Paul Guidon ! "
She threw him a small line and then invited him to
come on board, immediately resuming her former position
with the musket by her side.

The Indian came on board, fastened his frail bark an^
stood f(ir a moment watching the retreating tide. Mrs.
Godfrev asked him to come foward, while little Charlie was
shaking as. though he would fall in pieces. He obeyed her,
and stepped forward. She took him by the hand and said :
" Paul ! Paul ! You have again come to see me. I have
thought of you, prayed for you, and shall never forget you.

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You have saved my life and the lives of my hiisband and
dear children. I am in great trouble; God has sent you

again.

Paul Guidon stood speechless and motionless with his
sparkling black eyes fixed on her thin, pale hand. The
mild effulgence of the lunar light shone full upon his face,
bringing out every feature in perfect outline. Presently his
whole frame shook as tho'!f<h it had received an electric
shock. Mrs. Godfrey looked ^ . jht at him with her pierc-
ing b)ack eyes from the moment he had stood before her.
Her power over him seemed like that of a charmer.
Her magic nature had completely overcome him. Never
did a naval hero appear on deck after a victory more trans-
cendently grand than did Margaret Godfrey at that moment
of her life. She pressed his hand more closely and said :
"Paul, are you ill?" He replied by placing her soft, white
hand upon his throbbing breast, and then moved toward the
canoe. He spoke not a word. He pointed towards his
canoe, and made a sign with his right hand from the eastern
horizon up the semicircle of the sky. She understood it to
mean that he would return in the morning, at the rising of
the sun. He at once got into his canoe,- and in a minute or
two was paddling up the stream against the rushing tide.

Very early the following morning, Margaret was on deck
preparing to go on shore while the tide was low, and, if
possible, catch some fish for breakfast. She had not been
long on deck before she saw a canoe approaching. As it
neared the sloop she saw that Paul Guidon was its only
occupant. In a few minutes Paul was on board, looking as

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bright as the morning star. Margaret bade him good morning
and then related to him the distressed condition of herself
and children. He replied, with a cheerful smile : " Suppose
big boy and litHe ones go with Paul and catch 'em some
fish 1 " She felt that the Indian had a kind heart and dt
once consented to accompany him with her children. All
got into the canoe, and Paul at once began to paddle down
the river. Although the morning was without rain the sky
was leaden, and the atmosphere heavy and damp. As the
Indian paddled the canoe along for a couple of miles, all on
board were joyous and seemed refreshed as they drank in
the breeze from off the breast of the bay.

They landed at a point of land, or rather of rocks, where
Paul succeeded in catching several fish, which he placed in
the bottom of the canoe. He then proposed to leave the
place and proceed further down the shore. Margaret replied
that occasionally drops of rain fell upon her face, and she
feared a storm might suddenly spring up and bar their way
back to the vessel. She rather urged the Indian to return,
but she saw by his manner that he was inclined to demur to
her solicitation. He said there was a brook a short distance
further down the shore, where there was always plenty of
good fish. Mrs. Godirey finally consented to follow Paul.
He took in his arms the two smallest children, and pressing
them cl-osely to his broad chest with his long sinewy arms,
was soon skipping from rock to rock like a mountain goat.
The mother and the three other children followed as closely
as possible in Paul's tracks.

After the Indian had gone about a hundred yards, he
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Was well. He redoubled his speed and bounded along as a
deer, and suddenly turning to the right he made his way up
a slope of ground and was out of sight among the trees.

Margaret now began to feel anxious, fearing that after
all the trust she had reposed in Paul, he might yet prove
unfaithful. She called to the Indian, but he heeded not her
cry. She again called, but he had completely disappeared.

Under such circumstances a less brave woman would
have sunk on the spot in utter despair. She kept on, fol-
lowing as nearly as she could the track that Paul had taken.
She toiled on and on for three quarters of an hour, but
never sighted the Indian. At last she completely lost the
trail. The rocks and uneven ground impeded her progress,
and the trees confused her in the line of march. All traces
of a pathway were lost.

She sat down on a large boulder — the children wanted rest,
they were completely fatigued. She judged that they must
he nearly two miles from the canoe. In her distressed situa-
tion she contemplated returning to the shore. To proceed
further in the direction she had been going seemed hopeless.
Without a guide she and her cliildren would certainly get
lost, and likely all would perish. Whilst she was thus
debating in her mind what course to pursue, a peel of thun-
der passed over her head, and large drops of rain began to
fall. The wind suddenly sprang up, and all around her was
growing dark. Her blood quickened in its pulsations, as
the elements were increasing the difficulties of her position.
Alone, on a rocky, stormy shore, with three small children
and two others far away in the arms of an almost unknown

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savage, what could she do? Where could she go? She
said to herself : "evil seems to follow me closely, and heavy
** trouble is continually weighing me down. I am in a
** strange land, among a strange race; where will the end be 1
**It may be here." As the above thoughts were running
through her brain, a brilliant flash of lightning streamed close
by her pale face, and for an instant lit up the earth and sea
around. A tree, a few feet distant, was shattered by the
flash. Her children trembled as the thunder shook the solid
ground. She delayed no longer, but determined at once to
start back in the direction of the canoe, and taking each of
the smaller children 4)y the hand, with Charlie following,
she pointed for the shore.

The rain descended in torrents ; the thunder roared, and
the lightning flashed. Through the terrible storm Mrs.
Godfrey pressed on, buoyant with a hope that all might turn
out well. As she was staggering from rock to rock with the
little ones pitching and stumbling along at her sides, now
and again almost blinded and bewildered by the lurid light-
ning, she felt as one amid the crash of worlds.

Just as she sighted the canoe, which Paul had hauled
upon the shore, a sharp, rattling clap of thunder peeled
above her head. This was preceded an instant before by a
dazzling blue and golden flash that all but blinded the band
of wanderers. Another and another flash, followed by their
thunderbolts, in quick succession shattered a solid rock over
which they had just passed. The whole shore appeared to
tremble and crash, and away far out over .he surface of the
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and terrible. Every rock along the shore appeared to sink
into an abyss as the lightning passed by, and many of them
were riven. At length Mrs. Godfrey and her children
reached the side of the canoe. There calm and unmoved
amid the storm, she knelt, she wept, she prayed. The
waters of Fnndy were heaped into angry billows, and dashed
their spray over the mother and children assembled round
the altar on the shore. Darkness began to throw its sable
mantle over land, rocks and bay. Margaret was suddenly
started, she thought she heard the sound of a voice coming
through the gloom. She turned her head in the direction of
the sound, and at that moment a flash of lightning revealed
a human form coming toward her. In an instant it was
lost to view, shut out in the darkness. " Me come ! " " Me
come!" fell upon her waiting ears. Margaret, with a heart
overflowing with gratitude and swelling with praise, quietly
exclaimed " God is love." Paul stood before her, panting
like a stricken deer, with but one of the children in his arms.
As Margaret looked at him her pale face turne i ashen white,
her lips quivered and she fell into the arms of Paul Guidon
as if dead. He sat down upon a rock, and by the lightning's
flash bathed her temples with water from the sea shore.
The Indian continued to pour salt water out of his brawny
hands upon her head and neck. In about ten minutes
Margaret w?is restored to consciousness. When she opened
her eyes her missing child was at her side. Paul Guidon
had placed the little fellow in charge 'of an Indian he had
found fishing on the bank of the stream, and he asked him
to take the child in his arms and follow on to the shore.

ARRIVES OFF FORT FREDERICK. — PAUL GUIDON.

After Paul had been fishing along the stream for some
time, seeing that Mrs. Godfrey and her children had not
come up with him, he decided to return and look them up.

As they rested together on the shore beside their birchen
boat, the thunder gradually died away, and there was also a
truce to the lightning and rain. In two hours from the
time of the happy reunion of the loved and lost the water
became quite calm. Paul Guidon then launched the canoe
and the little ships' company were soon heading toward the
mouth of the St. John. In another hour and a half Paul
and his companion had safely paddled Margaret Godfrey and
her children to the sloop.

Margaret's first act, after reaching her small floating home,
was to place each child upon its knees, doing likewise
herself. As her clear voice rang out over the water, convey-
ing words of thankfulness to Him whom winds and seas
obey, thb tv/o Indians sank slowly on their knees.

Plenty of fish had been secured by Paul to last the
family some days. Margaret cooked the supper, Paul and
his companion ate heartily, then left the sloop and proceeded
in the canoe to their homes, Paul promising to return the
next day with a load of wood to replenish the stock of fuel
which was well nigh exhausted.

At seven o'clock next morning Paul again was seen
sailing along toward the sloop, his little bark skimming over
the river like a petrel on the ocean's breast. He appeared
anxious and excited as he approached the side of the vessel.
He had but a few pieces of wood in his canoe. Margaret at
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and weary. His bright black eye had lost mnch of its fire,
and as he stepped on board Mrs. Godfrey thought she
noticed a tear on his cheek. As usual she saluted him and
asked him on board, and as he stepped over the rail she took
his hand in her own. This act of kindness on the part of
Margaret seemed to electrify his whole frame. She said to
him, *• And how is Paul this morning." Without answering
her he placed his hand on his left breast and sighed deeply.
"Is my Paul ill this morning," she again asked, thinking
that the strain from carrying the children the day previous,
and the worry and excitement, had been too severe a task
even upon the hardy and wiry frame of the Iroquois " No !
No !" he replied, ** but," " but," and here he stopped being
too full to utter another word. He pointed to his canoe,
and then pointed up the river past the fort. She guessed
his meaning. It was to return to his home at once.

Margaret said to him, ** Paul do you want me and the
children to go with you V

He bowed an assent.

All hands were soon on board the canoe and in a few
strokes of the paddle the homeless emigrants were sailing
toward the rapids. The tide was running up and the long
sinewy arms of Paul, as he plied the paddle, made the
little bark fairly leap along. Thq rippling of the water was
all that broke in upon the stillness of the morning.

The steep, rugged country on either side the mouth of
the St. John was dressed in deepest green, tall and noble
trees lined both banks. The clear bright sky and the
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silver with borders of emerald. Her admiration of natural
beauty, she had herself confessed more than once during the
voyage to Grimross.

While Mrs. Godfrey was drinking in the beauties of the
scenery, and meditating on the loneliness that reigned
supreme among the hills, the canoe touched the shore. As
Margaret stepped from the little bark to the shore, a large
grey snake passed athwart her pathway and disappeared
into a hole at the roots of a tree. She felt much concerned
at this circumstance, as in Ireland, her native land, it was a
common belief among the people that if a snake passed
across a persons track without being killed by the traveller,
some evil was close upon his or her track.

After the Indian had pulled the canoe out of the water,
he led the way up a slight incline, followed by Margaret
and her children. They had walked some two hundred
yards over uneven ground and among trees, when Paul
suddenly stoppetl and then stepped off to the right, and
beckoned to those in his rear to followhim. A few steps
brought the visitors in sight of a wigwam. It was situated
in a small open space, surrounded by a dense forest of large,
tairtrees. In a minute or two all stood at the opening in
the camp.

Paul seemed to hesitate as he led the way inside. He
removed an old blanket which was hanging over the aperture.
Opposite the entrance on the further side of the camp lay a
human form stretched on some old grey blankets, that were
spread over branches of spruce trees. The Indian approached
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then beckoned to Margaret Godfrey to step forward. She
at once obeyed. To her astonishment there lay an old squaw
with sunken cheeks and t.yca. )veT her form was stretched
a time-worn grey blanket, and on it laid a wampum belt,
and a string of wampum beads, an old plaid shawl supported
her head.

Margaret thought that she recognized the shawl as one she
had brought with her from Ireland, and wondered how it
came there. She knelt down, and placing her arm under the
old squaw's neck, gently raised her head a few inches. The
poor old squaw tried to speak but was too weak to do so.
Margaret took the withered hand of the Indian woman and
placed it in her own. On one of the bony fingers of the
squaw was a ring which fell off into Margaret's hand.
Margaret recognized it as a ring she had often seen. She
asked Paul who the sick woman was. " She is my poor old
mother," he replied, " she has been sick long time, since last
winter, got bad fall and almost stiffened with cold." '* She
fast going away from her Paul." Margaret noticed the old
woman's lips moving, she put her ear close to the squaw's
mouth and heard her say in a whisper, " Me Mag 1" Mrs,
Godfrey, completely surprised, laid her head upon the dying
woman's bed. The shawl, a red and black plaid, she had
given old Mag at Grimross. Now it was used for her dying
pillow. The old Indian woman fairly worshipped it in her
days of health and strength. And the ring was also pre-
sented to old Mag while a prisoner at Grimross. The
afternoon that old Mag was given the ring was one never
to be forgotten by Mrs. Godfrey. The old Iroquois squaw

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on that occasion danced the war dance on the kitchen floor,
€0 great was her joy in receiving the precious gem.

Margaret asked Paul where he had found his mother on
fais return from the setting sun. He then related to her in
broken English the following story : —

He had returned from his hunting expedition on the
evening of the day the house at Grimross had been consumed
by the flames. He had been detained with the officers one
month longer than he expected to be when he left home.
On his arrival home he found that his mother was missing.
He made inquiries as to her whereabouts, and was told that
ahe had gone off* with three Indians named Nick Thoma,
Pete Paul, and Christopher Cope, to trade furs for some pork,
blankets and powder at Grimross. That white woman had
killed the three Indians ; that white man's house was burnt,
and white woman had put his mother into the flames and
burnt her up. Early in the morning after his arrival home he
fiet out for Grimross Neck, crossing the lake where the sloop
lay. When he arrived at Grimross he saw nothing but
blackened mips, and was convinced the Indian's story was
true. He saw also the dead bodies of the three Imlians, he
could not recognize them, they were so cooked by the fire.
He walked about the ruins, almost bewildered, and swearing
Yengeance. Not many steps from where the house had
stood were dense woods. He wandered in among the trees
scarcely knowing where he was going, when to his surprise
he saw his mother sitting down on the snow with her back
resting against a large tree, her feet and knees covered with
blankets. He pulled ofi* one blanket, then another, and yet
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as the tree itself. Her face was covered with frozen blood.
He took hold of her shoulders p.nd shook her when she
appeared to breathe. After rubbing her hands and beating
her feet on the frozen snow for a long time she began to
move her limbs. And finally he got her to stand on her
feet. Her eyes were swollen and completely closed. He
was at a loss to know how he was to get her to the camp
twelve miles distant. Part of the journey was comparatively
easy ; they could go by way of the lake. At four o'clock
he started with his mother for the camp, she could only walk
slowly and with great difficulty. They made many :.tops on
the way and reached the camp long after midnight. About
noon the next day the old woman had gained sufficient
strength to tell her story. She said " she went first time
with Indians to trade furs at Grimross. Indians were very
savage and bloodthirsty. Broke in door of house, white
woman fired gun, they all ran away. She was captured after
falling down bank. She was taken to house of English
people and afterwards treated like one of ihc family. A lot
of Indians came back second time about last of winter, few
days ago, broke into the house of English people and set it
on fire. The English woman fired two guns and killed three
Indians. The rest of Indians ran away. When gun was fired
and house burning, was afraid English woman would kill
her. As soon as could get over Head Indians in door, ran
away among trees, and was frightened to come out again till
all pale faces went away. Felt very cold when pale faces
went away, wandered back to burnt house, found the
blankets, returned with them to woods, got down against

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tree, put blankets over feet and legs, and remember no more
till my Paul woke me next day."

As Paul Guidon related his mother's story his fae<p was
bathed in tears. Mrs. Godfrey attentively listened, and at
the same time carefully watched every feature of old Mag's
face. "When Paul had finished his mother's story, Margaret
Godfrey gently raised old Mag's head, and bending over it
said, " Poor old Mag this is indeed you." The dying
Indian woman tried in vain to move her lips, whi)e her bndy
seemed convulsed. She then stretched he-jtlf out at full
length and a slight tremor passed over her frame, her chin
dropped.

Mrs. Godfrey looked up at Paul, who was standing at
the foot of the bed, and remarked, " Paul your d^ar old
mother is gone, forever gone." The Indian without replying
then threw himself upon the bed and lay motionless besidw
the body of his mother. In a short time he began to weep
and moan, which he continued to do so long and piteously^
that Margaret thought his sorrowing heart would bursty
At last completely exhausted with grief he remained quiet
and passive as though his spirit too had passed over to the
green fields and still waters of the everlasting hunting grounds.

Margaret gazed upon the quiet entiires and still form of
the handsome young Iroquois, hi? was in the vigour of his
manhood, being scarcely twenty-four years old ; and said, as
8h« admired his manly look, ** Paul, your mother is happier
now ;" " she is in that land where trials, trouble and death
are unknown. You must live to meet her there. Your
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atmosphere perfumed with celestial spices ; and sitting in a
canoe made from the bark of trees growing on the shores of
Canaan's stream. Her wigwam will be made of the same
kind of bark and ornamented with pearls and precious
stones. She will wear a necklace of jewels and on her head
will be a crown of glory."

Paul, weary and sad, went to his canoe, launched it and
sailed down the river to catch some fish for supper, and Mrs.
Godfrey proceeded to prepare the body of old Mag for
burial, while the children played around the wigwam.
When the Indian had returned he found all that remained
of his mother neatly prepared for the grave.

The black and red plaid shawl was wound round and
round the body from head to feet, no part being visible but
the face. Margaret had fastened the shawl at the throat
with a silver brooch. Old Mag, as she lay upon the camp
bed, resembled a dead Highlamier. Arrangements were
made for the funeral, and Paul paddled Mrs. Godfrey and
children to the' sloop and then returned to dig his mother's
grave. Next morning Paul came down to the sloop looking
very sad. He said that he had not closed his eyes during the
night. He sat watching through the long night at the side
of his dead parent.

Many of us have heard and read accounts of lonely
scenes and lonely spots, but what place could be more
lonely and what scene more solemn than that of a lone
Indian sitting beside the corpse of his mother in a Nova
Scotian forest a hundred and twenty years ago, through the
dread hours of a whole night ?

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during the weird hours of that night, it may be, will be
revealed in eternity.

Mrs. Godfrey and her children again went with Paul to
the abode of death. After landing, Margaret accompanied
the Indian to inspect the place of burial. It was situated
on the bank of a small stream running down to the river,
and about two hundred yards from the camp. The grave
looked like the newly made nest of some huge bird. It was
cleanly dug and neatly lined with evergreens. In this grave
the body of old Mag was placed as the sun was sinking
below the horizon. It was conveyed to its last resting place
by Paul, Margaret and her son Charlie ; the four younger
.children forming the procession.

None of the Indians of the tribes of the St. John were
present at the burial, as Paul had not circulated the news of
his mother's death.

Mrs. Goc^rey read, from th Id service book, the Church
of England burial service, the iL.osi beautiful of all burial
services, that of the Masonic brethi« a perhaps excepted.

Mrs. Godfrey and Charlie filled in the grave. When
they returned to the wigwam all within was darknes and
gloom. Margaret and her children were paddle<1 to the sloop
by Paul. He was invited to spend the night on board the
little vessel, but declined to do so. Margaret then t k him
by the hand, and, as she drew him toward her, he ^/xaced his
hand upon her shoulders and cried aloud, "Mother!"
-*' Mother !" She led him to the canoe, he got into his little
bark and wps soon sailing away towards his lonely dwelling-
place, where it may have been the spirit of old Mag kept
watch that night over the wigwam and her boy.

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Captain Godfrey arrived safely at Passmaquaddy and
was warmly welcomed.

He was supplied w?th sails, rigging and a general outfit,
for his family, and he was sent back to the mouth of the
St. John in a much larger and more convenient boat, bring-
ing the smaller boat in tow. He was absent twelve days.

The day previous to the Captain's return Paul Guidon
had visited the sloop, but Margaret could only prevail upon
him to remain for a few minutes. He said something
wanted him baok at the wigwam. He appeared to be
impressed by some invisible and irresistible power to return
at once to the sad camping ground.

"Me: Paul !" he said to Margaret, " cannot stay long
away from camp and my mother's grave." " Happy mother
must be in the woods near wigwani."

As far as Mrs. Godfrev could learn from the lone Indian
his thoughts were something like the following : —

All the birds that used to sing so sweetly around the
little birchen home and gaily fluttered from branch to branch,
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strains, and all about the spot the wind appeared to whistle
a requiem for the departed squaw. And in the long and
quiet hours of the darkness, he felt certain that old Mag's
spirit left the woods, and in never ceasing motion kept watch
about the camp, and at regular intervals would pass withiu
and kiss him when asleep.

The Indian from his habits of life, skimming in his canoe
over the lonely and wooded river, or skipping from rock to
rock on the lonely mountain side ; in tracing the border of
the roaring cataract, in pitching his tent along the edge of
the flowing river or the sleeping lake ; out on the prairie or
in the midst of the dense forest ; among the trees on the
ocean shore, is most deeply impressed with the belief that
the Great Chief is watching his actions from behind trees,
out of the surface of the waters, from the tops of the moun-
tains, and out of the bosom of the prairie. He thinks that
the lightning is His spear; and the thunder His voice. He
feels that a terrible something is all around him, and when
death calls any of his tribe away supreme superstition takes
firm hold>)f his very existence.

*iLo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind
Sees Grod in clouds, or hears him in the wind."

The poet, and the highly imaginative person, the wise
and the good, seek the hills and the valleys, the dashing
cataract, the forest and stream, the mountain range, the
rocky coast and roaring ocean, and there drink in the
grandeur of creation in those sublime scenes. In such
places they feel a nearness to the Creator, and view His
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the ordinary scenes of everyday life. Such persons admire
with reverential awe the greatness of God and feel His love.

The Indian, in superstitious dread, lives in ignorance of
His greatness, His ways and His love.

Paul Guidon visited the sloop the next morning, and
Captain Godfrey welcomed him on board and invited him to
remain during the day and assist in refitting the vessel. The
Indian did not refuse in words to do so, but his looks and
movements plainly indicated his disinclination to remain.

Margaret approached him and said, " Paul, you will stay
with me and help us get the vessel all ready to sail away,
won't you 1" He took her hand, pressed it tightly, and then
let it fall at her side. She knew she had won him, and was
well aware that she could lead him as a child.

He remained, and all were soon at work. The children
picked over the oakum, the Captain fitted the rigging, and
the Indian and Mrs. Godfrey tried tlieir hands at making a
mainsail.

At the setting of the sun Paul returned to his lonely
home. The next morning, before the sun had riseti, he was
once more on board the sloop. The day was a lovely one,
and similar work to that of the previous day occupied the
attention of all. The following c^ay the vessel was hauled to
high water mark on the island, there to be' overhauled and
caulked. Captain Godfrey had brought a supply of necessary
tools for the work from Passmaquaddy. The Indian came
down each morning from his wigwam and assisted until the
sloop was ready for sea. (The repairing of the little vessel
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repairing which a century later assumed such gigantic pro-
portions on both sides of the mouth of the St. John.) Mrs.
Godfrey named the vessel La TouVj because, she said, that
was the original name of the fort that sheltered herself and
her children during Captain Godfrey's absence at Annapolis
Royal.

At length everything was ready, and the morning to
weigh anchor came. A stiff breeze blowing up the harbour
caused a delay in sailing. The morning was so wet, and the
wind blew so hard, that Paul Guidon did not venture out in
his canoe, but he came down by land, and quite early in the
day stood upon the shore opposite where the sloop lay.

Margaret was first to notice him. She thought that she
never saw him look so handsome as when he stood on the
right bank of the harbour that morning. She called her
husband, and pointing toward the shore said : " Look at that
" noble form at the water's edge. It looks like a statue
" standing on a line between the water and the woods !"

Captain Godfrey rowed to the shore and took Paul off to
the sloop. He remained on board but an hour, promising as
he left to return in the morning if the storm abated.

Captain Godfrey had decided to sail for Halifax via Pass-
maquaddy. The morning was tine and the wind fair. Paul
was on hand bright and early. Margaret said to him, " Paul,
in an hour we shall sail away from here, and perhaps I shall
never see you again on earth." These words seemed to
almost paralyze the Indian, and for a while he appeared
unconscious of everything that passed. His canoe was tied
alongside the sloop. Captain Godfrey hauled up the anchor.

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Margaret asked the Indian if he would go with them as far
as Passmaqunddy. He made no reply. He sat down on the
deck and covered his face with his hands. Captain Godfrey
said to him rather sternly, " Paul, we are now on our
** passage, if yi>u are going to leave take your canoe and go."
He made no reply to the Captain. The sloop was slipping
down the harbour and had passed the lower island before
the Indian seemed to recognize his situation. He looked
wildly first at the shore, then on the other side at the great
waters, and burst into a flood of tears.

Margaret stepped to his side and said, " Paul, do you feel

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He shook his head, and with his hand pointed at the
vast waters of the bay.

Margaret proceeded to get dinner, and the red man was
left alone. Paul was asked to the Innch, but replied not.

The sloop ran leisurely along the shore all day, the wind
being light and the water quite smooth. All were compelled
to rest on deck during the night, which was bright, and the
moon made it almost like day, — the little cabin was besieged
with mosquitoes. About midnight the Indian, who had not
spoken since leaving the St. John, suddenly sprang to his
feet and peered over the moon-lit water in the direction of
the shore. Captain Godfrey, who was at' the helm, seeing
him, thought he was about to make a plunge overboard, and
called to his wife who was asleep. She sprang up, asking
what was the matter. At this moment Paul sang out,
" Indians coming." Margaret went to the cabin, got the
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fired. The canoes soon after disappeared in the direction of
the shore. Paul sank back into his former position, and
in a short time all were asleep except the Captain and the
Indian. Nothing unusual occurred during the remainder of
the night, and in the morning, the wind growing stronger,
the little ship made greater headway. The day was a beau-
tiful one, and Paul was as quiet as usual. He ate nothing.
Night again came on, and the breeze holding through the
moon-lit hours, the Captain ran the sloop into Passmaquaddy
early in the morning.

As the sun was rising in all his splendour, throwing his
brightening rays over land and water, the little vessel was
headed into her port of destination. As she was running in,
Paul, quick as a flash, jumped up, as though some attendant
spirit had suddenly opened to him a vision of the future.
He fixed his eyes intently on the shore. In an instant he
crouched down on the deck with his head and shoulders
partly over the rail. His attitude and manner were those of
a wild beast about to spring upon its prey. The Captain
thought Paul saw something strange on the shore. In a
few minutes the Indian sat down again, and for sometime
remained perfectly quiet. The anchor was let go, and the
little craft rested in Passmaquaddy harbour. The Captain
ran in for the purpose of getting some one to pilot the sloop
to Halifax, but to his great disappointment could find no one
willing to go. He had neither money nor goods to offer in
payment for the service of a pilot.

The day following he set sail for Machias, ten leagues
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willftig to assist him in the passage to Halifax. Paul Guidon
had consented to go as far as Machias, and there land and
make his way back to the St. John.

After leaving Passmaquaddy, Captain Godfrey concluded
to put into Head harbour and try his luck at that place in
securing a pilots but being unacquainted with the locality he
ran the sloop on a ledge of rocks. However, the tide coming
in she floated ofl" unharmed.

** Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.'

The wind suddenly veered round and blew off shore
quite fresh. The vessel stood well off during the night, and
the Captain hoped to make the harbour sometime the next
morning, but toward daylight a fog began to settle down fast
and thick. Captain Godfrey fully realized the perilous
position of all on board, but having been early trained in
seamanship, he had full confidence in his ability to manage
the sloop.

In the morning land could not be seen. The fog con-
tinued for three days, during which time (to use the Captain's
words) " the situation was dismal enough, and every moment
I was expecting to see the craft drawn on the rocks and all
on board perish." The fourth day the fog was less dense,
and those on board could see for some distance, but the sun
was invisible, and the war of the elements was raging with
increasing fury. In the afternoon the wind had shifted to
north-west and increased to a partial gale. The sloop was
running under a bit of mainsail ; it seemed at times as if the
following seas would founder the little vessel as they towered

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over the low rail. Nothing was to be seen but the wide
expanse ot' water. Not even a solitary gull. The Captain
remarked to his wife, '* It is a curious fact that, excepting
the petrels, sea birds keep near to the land in bad weather."
Captain Godfrey feared the night, and as it carae on the
wind grew in strength. A terrible sea was running, and all
were fastened below excepting Paul and the Captain. The
Indian would not leave the deck, although more than once
he was nearly washed overboard. At length darkness
covered the face of the ocean, and the wind howled in all its
fury. The seas were like mountains, tossing the sloop about
like a cork. Mrs. Godfrey would remain below no longer.
She told her children, who were tumbling like nine-pins
about the cabin floor, not to cry, as she would soon return
to them. As she put her head out of the companion way,
the Captain ordered her back. She said, '* Where is Paul?"
Her husband answered, " I have called to him time and
time again to get below." She called to Paul, who was
holding fast to the anchor chain with his legs stuck under
the windlass. He did not answer. She started to creep
forward. Her husband could not see her. At this moment
the sloop took a dreadful plunge. A heavy sea swept over
hsr from stern to bow, completely submerging her. The
Captain, who had taken the precaution to lash himself to the
deck, in a half-drowned state, held steadily to the tiller.
As soon as possible he called to his wife, but no answer came
back. He called to Paul, and he too was silent. Was she
lost ? Had she, in whom all his hopes were placed, been
carried into the sea and for ever lost to him on earth 1

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These thoughts bewildered him while he was trying to steer
his vessel. He dare not leave the helm to look after his
wife and children. He hoped the sea had not broken into
the cabin and drowned all that were left to him on earth.
He had often been called to drink the cup of bitterness, had
he been called to drink it to its dregs'? Had his sorrow at
last reached its destined depths. He burst into tears, almost
stupified, and calling upon Him who is able to guide the
storm in its course and hush it to a calm ; to Him whose
charities have distilled like the dews of Heaven ; who had
fed the hungry and clothed the naked ; who had opened a
way of escape in the wilderness ; to Him he cried for succor.
And at last in utter despair he earnestly prayed for morning
or death. Now and again a huge sea would break over the
little ship, but she rode the waves as beautifully as an ocean
liner. Terribly the night wore away. With the dawn of
the morning the gale began to abate. The Captain lashed
the tiller and crept to the companion way. He opened it,
went down, found his children, bruised, bleeding and terrified.
He kissed them, feeling they were now dearer than ever to
him. They asked him where their mother was. He came
on deck and shut them in the cabin without replying. As
Captain Godfrey crawled to his position at the helm, he said
to himself, my dear children have escaped the arrow and
tomahawk, the flames at Grimross, the thunder, lightning
and tempest, and even yet they are safe. If it were not for
my children 1 would prefer to sleep here in death rather than
live elsewhere. I would be near my wife to share a part
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While the Captain wa^ thus mournfully musing, a f^int
light began to creep around the eastern horizon. Ue was so
absorbed in thought and in watcliing every movement of the
sloop that he did not notice the increasing light. There
were rifts in the dark clouds, and the air was growing moist.
The morning light brought with it rain. The sea gradually
grew less and less troubled, and the little vessel rolled and
pitched more easily, f^ie <Japtain was suddenly startled
from his reverie by the increasing rays of the rising sun,
who was now beginning to show his golden circle above the
horizon. He made fast the tiller and went forward to see
what damage had been done through the night. The jib had
been snugly furled before darkness set in. As he stepped for-
ward of the mainsail, to his great surprise he saw two human
forms wedged in under the windlass and locked in each
other's arms. They were tightly wedged to their knees, be-
tween the windlass and the deck. Mrs. Godfrey's clothes
were torn in shreds, She lay with her head across the
Indian's shoulders, her arms were tightly locked around his
neck and flowing black hair.

The Cap,tain had on board the sloop an old axe, which
he at once got and commenced to cut the windlass from its
fastenings. A piece of the wood flew and struck his wife on
the leg, he thought he the saw the limb, which was partially
bare, tremble. He then threw his whole strength into his
workj and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of seeing
one end of the windlass loo«iened. He took hold of the
unfastened end and with a sudden jerk wrenched the other
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his open palm, and soon felt it growing warm. In a few
njinutes she breathed quickly, and appeared to grasp her
swarthy companion more tightly. She moaned, and then
opened her eyes and stared vacantly at her husband, who
almost fainted with joy. He turned his wife over, and
pulled the shreds of clothing towards her feet. He then went
to the cabin and got a bottle containing brandy, presented to
him during his first visit to Passmaquaddy. He poured out
a spoonful, and forced it down his wife's throat. Socn after
she spoke, and asked her husband to raise her up. As he
did so she said, "give some brandy to Paul, he cannot be
dead, if I am alive." Paul all this time had never stirred.
He lay like a fallen staUie, brown and stiff. Margaret
brushed the coarse black hair from off his face, Cnptain
Godfrey opened the Indian's jaws and put a spoonful of
brandy into his mouth. His muscles began to quiver, he
trembled, he breathed, he mo.mi'd, and again relapsed into
perfect quietness. Margaret sat bf^side Paul, while the Cap-
tain went to jibe the mainsail and port the helm. 8he
thrust her hand beneath his torn shirt and laid it over his
heart. She felt its weak pulsations. She then ran her hand
around and over his swarthy skin ; she felt it growing warm.
He moaned and moved. She continued the application of
her haiid, his eyelids opened, he trembled ail over, and looked
up at Margaret in a sort of amazed stare. \i length the
Indian completely recovered his sensei, and by this time
Margaret Godfrey again became exhausted. She was carried
to the <iingy little cabin by her husband and her son Charlie.
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dect. The Captain moved bim a few feet and lashed him
to the mast. Neither Marpjaret nor the Indian were able to
move from their resting places till late in the afternoon.

Captain Godfrey judged the sloop to be well across the
Bay of Fundy, and he determined to make all speed possible
for the town of Halifax. The wind was fair, and all the
reefs in the sails were shaken out. For the next two days
the weather was fine and the wind fair, and Margaret and
Paul were regaining their strength. Nothing of an unusual
character occurred on board. Since the jam under the
windlass, Paul Guidon appeared more lively and conversed
more freely. About four o'clock in the afternoon of the
second day after the storm, while the Indian was sitting at
the bow of the sloop, a school of porpoises was seen
approaching in as regular order as a company ot British
soldiers to a charge. When the fish had approached to
within a hundred yards of the sloop, the Indian threw up
his hands and uttered a most mournful wail, and staggered
backward. Captain Godfrey rushed forward and caught
Paul as he was falling overboard. Both fell athwart the rail
and all but into the sea.

The Indian, who had not recovered sufficient strength to
endure much excitement or hardship, was in a high state of
feverish bewilderment. The Captain said : " Paul, what
gave you such a fright '? " He replied, "that when he first saw
the fish approaching, he thought that they were a lot of
canoes paddled by evil spirits from the dark, dismal hunting
grounds of thieving and murderous Indians, and that they
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in misery among them, because he had left the wigwaui and
forsaken his mother's grave before two moons were gone."

Early next morning Mrs. Godfrey relieved her husband
at the helm ; Charlie assisting her. The Captain went
below to rest, asking to be called if anything out of the
ordinary occurred. He had hardly closed his eyes during
the voyage, but fell asleep at his post during the previous
night, when the weather fortunately was fine and the sea
quite peaceful.

At about ten o'clock, a. m., Paul sighted something in
the distance. He called to Mrs. Godfrey to look in the
direction of his hand, which he was pointing over the port
bow. She could see nothing, but she headed the sloop in
the direction that Paul gave, and in an hour's time had the
satisfaction of seeing what she supposed to be the outline of
rocks or laud. She kept the vessel headed in toward what she
supposed to be land, and at three o'clock called her husband
on deck The Captain judged his vessel to be on the east
coast of Nova Scotia.

Margaret called her children around her, and asked Paul
to sit down with them. She opened the old service book
and read a portion of scripture. The deck was made
an altar of the living God. From the deck fervent prayer
mingled with the voice of the ocean and with the sighing
wind ascended on high. Margaret said to Paul ; "You and
1 were rescued at the gate of death. When our frail bark
was tossing and labouring hard for life in her lone path over
the surging billows and through the blackness of the nighv,
a kind hand overshadowed us and kept us, and now not one
of the ship's company is lost."

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Full of bright hope, she turned to her husband and said :
" I now am satisfied we shall safely reach port, and once
again we and our dear ones shall see our native lands.
English civilization and English justice will do rightly by us
in our misfortunes*. We, who have lost all our possessions, —
in an hour stripped of all that we owned, — and have been
compelled to endure hardships and face death itself in an
English colony, may in confidence look to the old land for
succor."

The next two days the wind continued favourable, and
the little vessel ran along in sight of the coast.

The following day an adverse wind blew and a storm
feemed brewing, but the v/ind only freshened a bit, and all
day the vessel beat about in sight of land. Paul, who had
now sufticiently recovered, appeared to take a great interest
in everything about the sloop ; the sun shone brightly and
the clouds were lifted high in the heavens. All around was
perfect peace.

The Indian remarked to Captain Godfrey: "This not so
good as canoe on stream, or roaming hunting ground. Wide,
big, great sea, would make splendid hunting ground if only
covered with grass and trees."

Early the next morning a King's schooner was sighted.
The wind shifting. Captain Godfrey ran the sloop into Petite
Passage and anchored. The King's schooner came to an
anchor about the same time — a league distant. Captain Spry,
(Captain and pilot) of the King's schooner, sent a messenger
on board the sloop, who inquired where they had come from

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and whither they were bound. After the messenger had
returned to the King's schooner, Lieutenant Knight of the
Royal Navy, commander of the schooner, sent a boat to the
sloop with three men to assist Captain Godfrey to Halifax,
also some tea, chocolate, coffee, sugar, wine and rum, bread,
pork and flour. Captain Spry took the sloop under convoy.
The vessels put into several harbours ; and the night before
they arrived at Halifax Captain Spry's schooner was lost
sight of in a thick fog. The fog lifted during the night,
when they were able to see Halifax lights, but on entering
the harbour the sloop ran foul of a ledge of rocks called
" Two Sisters." The sea was running very high, Destruc-
tion seemed on every hand. Fortunately a passage was
perceived between the rocks. At last they succeeded in
getting through the passage, and came to anchor before
morning opposite the town of Halifax. Captain Godfrey
and his wife, after a long and eventful passage from Fort
Frederick, found themselves once again at Halifax, worn out
and almost disheartened. The new men on board the sloop
appeared to admire Pail Guidon, and Paul took kindly to
them.

Shortly after their arrival at Halifax Captain Godfrey
admitted to Lieutenant Knight, that during the terrible storm
in the mouth of the Bay of Fundy, he expected every
moment to see the sloop foundtr and all on board perish in
the ocean.

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CAPT. GODFREY AND LORD WM. CAMPBELL.
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Shortly after the arrival of the sloop at Halifax, Capt.
Godfrey waited on Lord William Campbell, at that time
(the summer of 1771) Governor of the Provinces.

His Lordship received him in the most cordial and gen-
tlemanly manner, and remarked that he would be pleased to
order an investigation into his case and have the Indians
who committed the outrage ordered down from the St. John
river.

On September 2nd, 1771, a council met and an investi-
gation took place. Letters and affidavits were produced,
sworn to before Plato Denny and William Isherwood, Jus-
tices of the Peace for Campo Bello, where Lewis LeBlond,
a Canadian, made oath, t^iat he was told by Lewis Neptune,
an Indian, that Captain Godfrey was to be burned out by
Chief P<5re Thomas' orders, and that other Indians of the
St. John tribe were to perform the deed.

An affidavit was made by Gervase Say, an inhabitant of
Gage township, sworn to before Francis Peabody, Justice of
the Pe.'ioe, in which it was stated that John Baptiste Calt-
pate, an Indian of the St. John tribe, had declared to him
that Francis DeFalt, an Indian belonging to P^re Thomas'

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tribe, set fire to Cantain Godfrey's house and store at Grim-
ross.

A schedule of the Captain's losses, attested before one
of His Majesty's Justices of the Peace at Halifax, was also
laid before the council. The reader will not be troubled
with the items, suffice it to say the losses, including lands,
amounted to seven thousand four hundred and sixty-two
pounds.

His Excellency, finding that Captain Godfrey had acted
conformably to the rules and regulations of the Province,
returned to him his bond that he had given the government
for carrying on a legitimate trade with the Indians.

He was also satisfied that the Captain's losses were on
account of the action of the savages, and being fully con-
vinced of the great hardships and privations the Captain and
his distressed wife and family had undergone, he was pleased
to give him an honourable clearance out of the province,
according to the regulations of said province, and also to
reccommend him to the protection of the Right Honourable
the Earl of Hillsb )rough, at that time first Lord of Trade
and Plantations for public relief. The Governor had it
not in his power to grant Captain Godfrey any suitable
gratuity for the great loss he had sustained.

Copy of Lord Campbell's Letter to Lord Hillsborough.

Halifax, October 9th, 177 i.
Afy Lofd:

The gentleman who will deliver this to you was lately a
Captain in the 52nd Regiment of' foot, and came out to this
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settle on some lands on river St. John, which he had purchased
before he left Europe, with a view of carrying on trade with
the Indians. I have frequent complaints of those Indians since
Fort Frederick, situate on the entrance of the St. John river,
has been dismantled, and the garrison, which consisted of an
officer's command, reduced to a corporal and four.

The Fort, when properly garrisoned, kept the Indians of that
district in pretty good order, but not so effectively by situation
as it would if it had been constructed higher up the river, and as
now the fort is entirely dismantled, I beg leave to offer to your
Lordship's consideration whether a strong Block House, proper-
ly garrisoned, might not prove a proper check upon the insolence
of the savages, at the same time it would afford a secure pro-
tection to a very increasing settlement on the banks of the river
St. John, a situation abounding with most excellent soil, which
produces the most valuable timber of all sorts in the province.

These are considerations which I beg your Lordship will
please to submit to His Majesty's advisers. The unhappy state
of Mr. Godfrey's misfortunes will, I am persuaded, speak every-
thing in his favour with your Lordship, which his past services
or present suffering can entitle him to.

I have the honour to be,

Yours, «&c., «S:c.,

Wm. Campbell.
The Earl of Hillsborough.

After remaining at Halifax for five months, an opportu-
nity offered for Captain Godfrey to leave for England. He
sailed with his wife and family in the brigantine "Adamante,"
William Afacniel, master, on the twentieth day of December,
1771. Paul Guidon remained at Halifax about six weeks
after ho had arrived with the Godfreys. While at Halifax
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of the navy paid him even greater attentions. Margaret had
circulated the report that the Indian was of the Iroquois
tribe, and as brave a man as ever drew a bow. Ho wanted
for nothing. He was dined and wined by the citizens
generally.

The Governor took a deep interest in him, and secured a
vast amount of information from him respecting the character
and movements of the Indians on the St. John. One of the
officers of the navy presented him with a complete suit of
navy-blue clothes, and an officer of the garrison fitted him
out with a second-hand undress military suit.

In his blue suit his appearance was most commanding.
It suited his complexion to a charm. He was straight as an
arrow, and looked as graceful as an elm. His frame was
wiry; his limbs long and straight. He would bound over
the rails of the ships like a deer. His step was long, quick
and elastic, and he would run like a greyhound. His long
black hair, reaching down to his slender waist, seemed to
make his broad square shoulders doubly broad as it hung
over his blue coat. But the Indian, while he appeared to
enjoy his new mode of life, was not always happy or at ease.
A sudden expression of sadness would often flit across his
features. He would roam for hours all alone in the woods.
He often longed for his canoe, which was washed overboard
in the mouth of the Bay of Fundy. He would often
inquire of Captain Godfrey when he would get back to his
home on the St. John.

The time at last arrived when Paul Guidon was to
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quaddy. Captain Godfrey, his wife and children went on
board the schooner to bid Paul farewell. They* found it
hard to do so, especially Mrs. Godfrey Paul Guidon had no
idea that he was to be separated from the family he loved.
He thought they were going to return to the St. John soon

again.

As the Godfreys left the side of the King's schooner to
return to the shore, the " Young Lion of the Woods," (for
such was the name given to the Iroquois by the naval officers
at Halifax) would not let go of Mrs. Godfrey's hand. He
gently pulled her back and said, " I may never see you again,
I want to speak to you alone." They went into the cabin,
and there the Indian poured out the agonies of his soul. He
spoke to Margaret as follows (the words are given as he
spoke them) : " You 'member evening Fort Frederick when
pale face man 'way, me, Paul, saved your life and children
too? when Indians threw tomahawk, and fired arrows at
you ? when you come out Fort, and one arrow struck you in
arm?" Mrs. Godfrey repled : "Paul, the mark of that
arrow I shall carry with me to the grave." The Indian con-
tinued : *' You and children been all dead now and buried
near old Fort if Paul net been there; when you come out
Fort, after Indians threat to burn Fort and all up, me saw
you like spirit from some other land ; you looked pale, and
stood brave; you mind me put hand up and told Indians
stand back. Pale face and looked so brave, saved life and
in boat too. All squaws in woods none like you." Paul then
relapsed into silence, and his head dropped forward. He
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repeating the event at the Fort, and her small white hand
was frequently wet with tears as they rolled off the swarthy
face of the Indian.

At last she said : " Paul, I can stay here no longer, they
are waiting to take me to the shore. You have been a good
fi-iend t(» us all ; without your assistance I might never have
been here to bid you good-bye. May the great good Spirit
bless and help you on the big, broad waters and in the lonely
woods. You, Paul, ask him to guide you. I shall always
ask the Great Spirit to look after you, and, if it be the Great
Chiefs will, I may come back to see you again." A smile
played over his face as she uttered the last words, and
he brushed the tears from her pale hand with his long
flowing hair. She asked him for a lock of his hair; he cut
off a piece and handed it to her. She then went to the boat,
but the Indian did not leave the cabin.

Margaret was so completely overcome with emotion that
she laid her head on her husband's shoulder and quietly
wept, as they were being rowed to the shore.

Captain Godfrey knew that his wife admired the Indian
for his courage and honour, but was entirely ignorant of
those warmer feelings that Paul expressed for Mrs. Godfrey
during his leave-taking.

The Godfreys remained at Halifax four months after Paul
Guidon had sailed, and Margaret never ceased to praise the
actions of the noble red man. Yet, it may be after all, that
the husband and children owed their lives, as much to the
good sense, brave spirit, firmness and steadiness in the face of
danger, of the wife and mother, as to the action of the noble

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Iroquois Yet again, had not Paul apix-areil on the scene at
*Fort Frederick a id at tlie taking of Uie boat, all the splendid
traits of ( laracter possessed by Margaret might have availed
little in defeating the purposes of the (jther Indians.

Noble bearing and grand courage in the case of Mrs.
Godfrey, it would appear, touched the 1 'uderest chords of
the Iroquois' heart, and brought to the surface his better
nature. Naturally, some human beings are better than
others. Such seem born to exert a power and cast a healthy
influence all about them. Doubtless Margaret was one of
this class. Her early training, her immortal hope, her
strong belief in the spread of everlasting truth, and in prayer
and God, had much to do in steadying and solidifying her
character.

* It will be remembered that during the voyage from the mouth of the St.
John to Grimross Neck, the Captain's wife was most anxious to be on d ck alone
during the iiours of darkness. The Iroquois and several braves ajipeared before
Fort Frederick on the afternoon of the daj' that Captain Godfrey loft for Anna-
polis Royal. They ran round and round the place, (idling upon the occupants of
the Fort to come out, or they would break in and murder them. The Cajttain's
wife determined to go outside and face the savages, but foursd it difficult to leave
her terrified children, who were afraid to follow her. She knew her only course
was to appear bold and fearless in presence of the red men At length she got
the little ones pacified, as she stepped toward the opening ; her children were
huddled together in a corner. She did not hesitate a moment, but went out and
advanced down the slope and- stood face to face with the savages. Paul Guidon
advanced a few steps toward her. She said; "I believe you to be an honest
man, and you will not see a defenceless woman injured and her children mur-
dered, if you can help it." At this moment a couple of tomahawks and several
arrows passed in close proximity to Mrs. Godfrey, and a moment after a single
arrow struck her in the arm, causing the blood to flow freely. Paul Guidon
turned suddenly and spoke firmly and decidedly to his cou^rades ; they retired a
«hort distance. Margaret continued : " Why do those Indians wish to injure me ?
My husband is away, and when he comes back we will leave this place and go up
the river to Grimross Neck and live there." The red man stood silent all the time
Mrs. Godfrey was speaking. He now spoke as follows : "You no 'f raid Injuns;

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We may all profit by her example, if we seek to incorporate
the principles of the christian religion into our every day
actions and life, in the full conviction that it is the happiest
life, the soundest life, the bravest life, that partakes of the
mild and peaceful spirit of Christianity. Something more
thiin ordinary courage in the presence of yelling savages and
flights of arrows is necessary to support a delicate woman
single handed an«i alone ; this something Margaret Godfrey
possessed, and, possibly, the penetrating eye of the Iroquois
detected it in her every feature and movement.

The King's schooner arrived at Passmaquaddy in due
time, and Paul took his departure for his native woods. He
sent word back by the captain of the schooner to Margaret
Godfrey that he would watch for her spirit some evening

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stand fore them like rock," at the same time pointing down to a big boulder on
which he was standing. " Brave Pale Face." She said in reply : "I shall never
be afraid while you are with the Indians, but some of the red men I would not
trust. If my King, the Great Pale Faced Father of this country, knew of your
kindness to me he would love you. I feel that my life and the lives of my children
are safe in your hands " Margaret then asked him into the Fort. In doing this
she appears to have obeyed the cool dictates of judgment rather than the impulses
of the heart. He at first hesitated and then slowly followed her cautiously up the
rising ground. She turned around and said to him rather sharply : "Do you fear
to trust me? There are no pale faced men inside. Did I not trust you xvhen I
went out single, alone and unarmed, to meet you ? " He quickened his pace, but
glanced restlessly all around. Arriving near the entrance of the Fort, he said :
"Me stop here." Margaret called to her children, but they would not come. Paul
said: "Children frightened with Injun." After much difficulty she persuaded
Paul to step inside. He stopped as he entered and looked wildly about, appear-
ing inclined to draw back. Margaret Godfrey looked straight into his restless
eyes and said : "You are my friend now. When my husband comes back you
can help us up this unknown stream to our new home." "Yea," he replied ; "me
will watch on river bank and in canoe ; fire gun and point whtre stay night.
Don't tell pale face man me be in Fort. White man sometime kill Injun. Won't
tell pale face man, say?" Here he hesitated for a reply. Margaret took hia
hand, led him out, and promised she would not. And she kept her word.

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when he sat by his mother's grave. He felt sure he would
see her there.

In the next chapter Captain Godfrey and family will be
followed across the ocean, and Paul Guidon will bo allowed
to remain in his native woods, to fish, to shoot, and occa-
sionally to sit beside Old Mag's grave and commune with her
immortal spirit.

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The " Adamante " arrived in EngLmd afcer a rough and
stormy passage of forty-eight days. Captain Godfrey and fanuly
suffered severe hardships on the run over the Western Ocean.
Owing to his exhausted funds, Captain G. was unable to
provide his family the conveniences and comforts which would
have rendered the vovage home more acfreeable than under the
circumstances it proved itself to be. As it was they suffered
severely. They had no bedding, and found their beaver
skins a great luxury to sleep on. The few pounds that the
sale of the sloop brought him were all expended during his
long stay at Halifax while he was waiting for an opportunity
to sail for England.

Margaret (xodfrey was as high spirited as she was brave,
and would not condescend to seek assistance from their
friends in Halifax. If assistance was not gratuitously
bestowed, she was the last woman in the world to beg. The
family were well cared for while in the capital of the pro-
vince (or to put it in Mrs. Godfrey's words) "as well as people
generally are who have honestly lost their all. Our real
wants were not known to the middle and lov/er classes, and
that other class was not heartily concerned about our future.
Governor Campbell, all honor to his name, secured and paid
our passages."

IN ENGLAND.

THE CAPTAIN AND THE LORDS.

The cabin of the "Adamante" was below deck ; it was
dark, dingy and dirty. The bows of the vessel resemMed
the side of a tub, and the stern the end of a puncheon cut
through the centre lengthways. A passage across the stormy
ocean in the "Adamante" in the winter of 1771-2, in com-
parison to one in an ocean greyhound of 1889, would be
much the same as the ditFere:;oe between a ride in an ox-cart
and one in a palace car, both for comfort and speed.

A terrific storm was experienced off the west coast of
Ireland, in which the foretopgallant mast and jibboom were
carried awav. The water-casks and caboose were washed
overboard, and the cook carried into the forward shrouds feet
foremost, where he hung like a fish in a net. With this
exception, no accident occurred during the passage.

Shortly after Captain (Godfrey arrived in London, he
called on the Earl of Hillsborough and made known to that
gentleman his great misfortune, and also delivered to His
Lordship the letter of recommendation which Lord William
Campbell had been pleased to give him. After the Earl of
Hillsborough had carefully perused the letter and examined
into Captain Godfrey's att'airs. His Lordship was most gener-
ously pleased to present him with twenty guineas out of his
private purse for present relief, until His Lordship could
more essentially serve him.

Not long afterward Captain Godfrey's case was laid before
the Right Honourable the Lovda of Trade. The Earl of
Hillsborough was again pleased to grant him fifty guineas
J from his private purse for a temporary su[)port, with the
assurance of providing for his further support till his case
was settled.

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Upon Lord Hillsborough's resignation as first Lord of
Trade and Plantations, his Lordship was pleased to recom-
mend Captain Godfrey's case to the Earl of Dartmouth,
who succeeded His Lordship in office.

The case, with all tlie original papers -and certificates,
was laid before the Earl of Dartmouth and the Right
Honorable the Lords of Trade and Plantations. A commis-
sion was appointed by Parliament and several Lords sat on
it, but nothing definite was arranged. Captain Godfrey
remained for the greater part of the time in England and
sometimes in Ireland, all the time seeking relief from Lords
many until the year 1773. All this time he was in great
difficulty and distress through his losses in the Colony.
Fortunately for himself and his family, he was left a legacy
in 1773 amounting to a considerable sum, which enabled
him a second time to try his luck in Nova Scotia. He
expended a large sum of money in purchasing goods suitable
for the colonial trade, and embarked with the goods and his
wife and family in 1774, and once again settled on his estate
at Grimross.

His former misfortune did not discourage him ; he was
full of hope for the future. He left his case in the hands of
his fellow-countrymen. What a pity he did not induce some of
these English Lords to accompanyhim and spend a winter with
him in the wilds of Nova Scotia. It is quite possible had
he been able to prevail upon them to do so, that they would
have returned home in the early spring and strongly advised
the Lords of Trade and Plantations to at once settle the case
of Captain Godfrey by reimbursing him for his losses.

IN ENQLAND. THE CAPTAIN AND THE LORDS.

The boast of England is her colonies, yet the statesmen
of Britain at that time knew little, and, in all probability,
cared less, about the hardships, dangers and perils which
their countrymen were enduring while laying the foundations
•of a Greater Britain.

The great bulk of the early colonists were thoroughly
British, and Captiin Godfrey was no exception. They
suffered what most early colonists suffer, but they suflered
^vithout murmuring, because they were Englishmen in an
English colony. They possessed a sort of blind loyalty and
A sincere patriotism toward their King and old England.
Their spirit is ours, and a century or more has been forming
and moulding it into a purely Canadian i)atriotism, while the
wisdom displayed for fifty years by the best ruler that ever
sat upon the British throne, has strengthened the attacliment
British North Americans have had for English institutions
and induced them to cling strongly to them, though the cir-
cumstances of a new countiy have required a modification in
the forms of those institutions.

Queen Victoria's good sense, excellent judgment, and
•consequently wise rule, have made the people of every por-
tion of the Colonial Empire feel that they have an interest
in the Mother land.

Long may she reign ; and God grant that the Ameiican
Hepublic may never be allowed to extend its institutions to
our Dominion, and overthrow the foundations laid by our
ancestry and on which we are building.

CHAPTER YII.

ARRIVAL AND RETREAT.

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In the month of September, 1774, Captain Godfrey,
after an absence of three years, arrived and settled for the
second time on the estate at Grimross Neck. He lost no
time in preparing to once again try his luck in trading with
the Indians and settlers. He erected and finished a house
and store, and before winter set in everything was made
ready to receive his wife and family, who arrived in the
latter part of November.

He commenced trading again buoyant with the hope of
retreiving his losses, and for a short time he carried on a
profitable business. The Indians were comparatively quiet,
and he and his family enjoyed a season of peace. Upright-
ness stamped ail the Captain's dealings He remarked to a
friend, that he had again attempted to do business in the
colony, and said he: "with the spirit of a true British
soldier, I mean to do or die in the attemi)t, and my dealings
with both the white and red man shall be guided by the
dictates of an honest conscience. I hope I shall succeed."
He felt almost certain that the dark plots and devilish
crimes of the Indians would never have occurred had Paul
Guidon been near him. He would often say to his wife: "I

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wonder where Paul lias gone?" Since his arrival at Grim-
ross he often made enquiries as to Paul's whereabouts, but
none of the tribe on the St. John .appeared to know where
he was. Six months had elapsed since his arrival and yet
he had received no tidings of the brave Iroquois.

AFrs. Godfrey, true to the promise she had made to Paul
on board the King's schooner in Halifax harbour, never
revealed to her husband the Indian's feelings of regard
toward her. Like a wise woman, she considered it better to
to let the matter forever rest.

Captain Godfrey presented Paul wnth the two mus-
kets previous to the Indian leaving Halifax for Pass-
maquflddy. Paul named one "Old Mag" and the other
" Chief Mag," cutting as he did so an arrow mark in the butt
of the latter, and saying "this one my Chief." The Captain
told his wife of the circumstance, and she huighingly
remarked that it was a custom among the Indians to name
trinkets and presents after the persons who had given them.
She believed as Paul had seen her *first at Fort Frederick,
her name was probably first in his thoughts when accepting
the muskets.

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Godfrey and his wife were aroused from their slumbers by a
loud and continued knockin^i at the house door. The niofht

was very dark. The Captain got up, dressed himself, and
called his eldest son, (Charlie) a lad of sixteen. They
together went to the door, asked who was there, and what
was wanted. The answer came ringing back, Paul Guidon.

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The Captain called his wife, as he did not recognize the
voice as that of Paul. She came and said, ** Is that you,
Paul?" "Me, real Paul, and got Chief Mag with me,"
was the answer. Margaret could not recognize the voice as
that of Paul. She said to her husband, " it sounds more like
the voice of a British officer than that of an Indian." She
lit a candle, and said, ** Paul, do you know me 1" " Yes,
yes," h© replied ; " arrow mark on arm, and almost deiid
with you under windlass in sloop, great storm, lost canoe."
She opened the door, and in stepped Paul Guidon, dressed
in the military uniform presented to him at Halifax, or a
similar one, and in his hand a musket. A fire was made,
and Paul was so pleased to once again see his old friends
that he could not sit quiet. He walked up and down the
kitchen with a quick nervous tread, looking like a hero from
some field of victory. Margaret burst out in exclamation,
** So it is really you, Paul ; you who accompanied us in our
trials, and watched over us in our dangers, and who, side by
side with me, lay on the verge of eternity, while the roaring
of the ocean and the howling of the storm passed along
unheeded by us both." There before them was the brave
Chief, (the " Young Lion of the Woods,") who a few years
before, at Fort Frederick, was subdued by the presence of
Margaret Godfrey, where her exhibition of unexampled forti-
tude took a deep hold of the very being of the Iroquois and
turned him from an enemy to a friend.

The Indian remained with the Godfreys for a few days,
amusing himself with shooting and assisting in a general
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of which Paul was a sub-chief, he was sent for to return to
the tribe, and at a great war council he was elected Chief in
Thomas' place.

About this time the colonists in New England were
beginning to show signs of dissatisfaction with the Mother
land, and some Americans living along the St. John river
were showing signs of discontent, and becoming agitated
over matters in New England. The American sympathisers
did all I hey could to stir the Indians along the river to revolt.

Paul Guidon did all in his power to soothe their savage
breasts, and soon after returned to Grimross Neck. In a
short time the rebellion broke out, and affairs in New England
were fast assuming a most serious aspect. The rebels in the
vicinity of Grimross were fully aware of Captain Godfrey's
firm attachment to the cause of King George the Third.
At length they approached him and tried hard to persuade
him to enter the service of the dissatisfied colonists. The
cross-eyed, monkey-faced character alluded to in a former
chapter, was their chief spokesman on this occasion, and
instead of stuttering, as on a former visit, his words flowed
forth as freely and as fast as the waters of a mill-race. It
may be that .«imilar specimens of humanity exist in every
age, whose folly and wickedness seem to be perpetual. AVill
siich characters ever learn to live and be content under the
old flag of their fathers, or will they be content to live on
despised by their countrymen 1 Should such seditious
spirits ever receive mention from the historian, it must be
anything but a flattering one, and must cause Hie blush to
mantle upon the cheek of any worthy desc^^iidant.

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Captain Goclfrey was offered by the rebels the command
of a party of men to inarch forward and attack Fort Cumber-
land, besides which further inducements of preferment and
advancement were held out to him. But nothing the rebels
could offer was able to shake his allegiance to King George
the Third. His former losses, his present situation, the
safety of his wife and fai.iily, his treatment by the Hoard of
Trade and Plantations, wece all to him of less importance
than his duty to his sovereign. Unshaken and unmoved he
replierl to the traitors, " I am as zealous as ever I was in my
life for the cause of my King and my country." -^

The rebels finding the Captain firm in bis determinntion
not to forsake his King, approached Margaret Godfrey. She
was protected not only by her good sense and thorough good
judgment, her sterling honour and decided character, but
also by the highest convictiouM of duty. In answer to
them she replied, " My husband has given yoi: his answer
and in it he has also given you mine. You will oblige by at
once leaving the premises." They made a hasty exit from
her presence, and did not return tor some weeks.

A day or two after the rebels had left Grimross, Paul
Guidon related to Mrs. Godfrey his life and wanderings after
his arrival at Passmaquaddy from Halifax in 1771. "He
found his way from Passmaquaddy to Grimross Neck, carry-
ing the two muskets with him, and also a knapsack filled
with powder, shot and bullets, given to him by the Captain
of the King's schoor>er.

He then went to where the tribe was living and remained
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a great fancy to his red jacket, offered to canoe him down the
river to his old camping giound if he would give him the
coveted garment on tlieir return. Paul consented to do so.
One lina morning they sturted from Grimross Neck and
paddled all day down the river, occasionally resting on the
banks of the stream. It came into his (Paul's) head, on the
way duwn that Pere Thoma was the cause of the Godfreys'
misfortunes, and he suddenly felt that the spirit of *' Old
Mag" (his mother) called upon him to kill Tiioma. The
burning of the house, the escape of his mother from the
flames, the driving away of the English people, the great
storm on the bay, his first sight of the [)ale-faced woman at
Fort Frederick, the parting witli her at Halifax, all these
events recurred to his mind in an instant and went like a
flash through his brain. His head seemed to dance like the
canoe on the water, then the canoe appeared to whirl round
and round. He got so dizzy he could scarcely see, and was
afraid that he would fall overboard. He felt something touch
him on the shoulder like a dip from the wing of a bird. He
had his musket in the canoe, it was loaded. He suddenly
pulled in the paddle and then grasped the musket. It was
" Chief Mag," and he pointed it at Thoma who was sitting in
the stern of the canoe. He tired and Thoma rolled overboard
and sank. Paddling on he arrived at his old camping ground
near the mouth of the river. The wigwam was still standing
but very much out of order, he sat in it till daylight and then
visited his mother's grave. After returning to the camp as he
felt sad and faint, he t(jo'; his musket and wandered off in
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resting place of "Old Mag," at night he went to the camp

and there slept. In the morning he got into the canoe and

paddled (»if up the river, arriving at Grimross he went on

shore and started at once by trail for Quebec, where after

two moons he arrived carrying Chief Mag with him. Here

he was much in request by the military, who detained him
for three winters accompanying them on their hunting

excursions. During the latter part of the last winter, while
shooting with some officers on the borders of Acadia and
Quebec, he met an old Indian by the name of Joe Paul
moving West with his family. From him he learned that the
pale-faced people were again living and trading at Grimross.
Paul told the officers that he must go back to the St. John.
They were not inclined to release him, until he ha<l accom-
panied them back to Quebec. Yielding to their entreaties
he returned with them, remaining a few days. Just before
he left Quebec, there was a great stir among the military.
It was rumoured that war was impending, and the officers
tried hard to persuade him to remain and share with thera
the fortunes of war, if they should be ordered to take part in
the fighting. He said he could not stay, but promised the
officers, as he put on a new red jacket they had given him,
that he would never fight against the British soldiers. As
Paul came to this part of his narration he looked straight at
Margaret Godfrey and continued, (it is given in his own
words) *' all Paul want to make him British soldier be pale
face and little hair."

In a few days the Iroquois went out again to visit his
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some one to assist him down the river. He selected as his
companion Francis DeFalt who appeared willing to accom-
pany him. On the way down he found out from DeFalt,
that he was one of the Indians who by Thoma'a commands
set fire to the Englishman's house and store. DeFalt
bragged about what he had done and said his only sorrow
was, that all the white devils were not burned up with the
house.

As DeFalt was speaking, the Iroquois blood began to stir
quickly. As soon as darkness was closing down over the
face of the river Paul meditated on revenge. He seized
Chief Mag, which he always took with him, and tired it at
DeFalt, who turning a complete somerset over the bow of the
canoe into the river, was seen no more. Paul drifted down
stream a few miles, paddled to the shore, hauled the canoe
upon dry land, turned it over and slept under it during the
night, feeling satisfied that he had avenged the insult to the
pale-faces. Paul remained about the old camping ground for
three weeks, when he again returned to Grimross. The
Iroquois was never suspected as the cause of Thoma's dis-
appearance, the canoe was afterwards found, bottom up, in
the river, and he was supposed to have been drowned.

On Paul's return to his tribe, he told the Indians that
DeFalt had become acquainted with a pretty young squaw
named Charlotte Toney, and had gone over to Fort Cumber-
land to spend a few months with the Toney family, who
were moving over there to settle during the coming winter,
and that DeFalt would likely be married before his return.
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a few clays with his pule-faced friends He told Margaret
that some of the tribe were greatly agitated. The American
sympathisers had seduced them by making 'great promises
and by holding up to them a grand future. Paul said to
Captain Go'Urey, " you may all be murdered if you stay at
Grimross ; some bad white men now among Indians."
Margaret did not care to advise her husband to leave,
although she had learnt enough from Paul to convince her
that great danger was all about them.

The Iroquois had proposed to Margaret to escape with her
children to Fort Frederick, saying that he would take them
down the river in DeFalt's canoe, which he had kept at
Grimross. He said to her, *' I will never leave you in times
of trouble and will lose my life to save yours." She would
not consent to leave her husband, although he strongly
advised her to go, if she thought their lives in danger.

At length the Rebels and Red men grew furious. They
arrived at Grimross early one morning, while Paul was out
among the tribe trying to keep them quiet, and surrounding
the house and store of Captain Godfrey they demanded his
surrender. The yells and whoops of the Indians were
terrific, demons from the depths of perdition could not have
made a more frightful noise. The children were terrified ;
the youngest fainted with fright. At this crisis Margaret
Godfrey calmly walked to the door while her husband and
son Chirlie stood a few paces in her rear. She opened the
door, and as she did so in rrished tne demons, led by the
crosseyiid, monkey-faced rebel. One of the Indians by
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the ftoor, Charlie took up a stick of wood and knocked
Gomez senseless. At this moment Paul Qui. Ion returned,
Horatio Keys, one of the rebels, had seized Captain
Godfrey by the throat and was holding him tightly against
the wall, Margaret clinched tiie rolling-pin and in an instant
aent Keys staggering to the fiwor. The squinting monkey-
faced rebel's name was Will, and Will by force pushed
Margaret to the floor, and was dragging her by the hand
toward the door, as Paul stepped in. Paul struck him with
his fist, and like lightning placed both his feet against the
rebel's breast, almost knocking the life out of him. Jim
Wade, Sam Scarp, and Mark Paul, three Indians, rushed in
after Paul, who turned and struck Wade a terrific blow on the i'f

neck, knocking him out. The Captain, Charlie, Paul and
Margaret went for the other two in lively style and soon laid
them low. The remaining rebels and Indians beat a
hasty retreat to the woods. The insolent invaders who iiad
got so deservedly well punished at the hands of the Godfrey
household wore pitched out of the house, and when they iiad
sufficiently recovered they also made for the woods. During
the tumult the four smaller children were fastened in the jli

bed-room and their screams were terrible. The night after j|i

the assault was a dismal and anxious one at Grimross. The
children trembled and sobbed durin-,' the entire hours of
darkness. The morning at length dawned, and with its
dawning Margaret Godfrey's soul went out for counsel and
guidance to Him, who in all their perils, in the darkest
moments of their lives, hid never forsaken them.

She said to Paul Guidon, " the rebels may kill my
husband, my children and myself, but from this hour their

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threats shall not intimidate me from acting as a British
subject shouM act in a British Colony. I shall do my duty,
for under God I am determined whenever and however we
attempt to make our escape, if I have to die I shall die free
and not as a slave or traitor." The Indian who had
attentively listened to Margaret's words promised to stand
by her.

" Paul Guidon," she continued, " there remains to us a
great duty to be performed. I am fully convinced there will
be a way of escape opened to us, but we must seek it first.
Cannot we escape to Fort Frederick t Is the canoe safe to
convey the whole of us and what stuff we may require T To
which the Iroquois replied, " If water smooth no trouble,
trouble may be Indians 'long river bank, I go up Neck and
bring down canoe." This latter he quickly did, hauling it on
shore and hiding it among some bushes.

In a few days three of the rebels, armed with pistols,
again came to the shop of Captain Godfrey, and sternly
demanded of him all his goods and chattels, to be held by
them in trust, and to be restored to him at the close of the
American rebellion, on condition that he joined General
Washington. His refusal of these conditions was, by the
decree of the war committee, to be punished with death.
This committee had a number of armed men as the instru-
ments by which thoy enforced their decrees. The three
envoys gave the Captain one hour to consider their proposal.

At the expiration of the hour Margaret Godfrey and her
hnsband came into the room where the rebels were seated.
Margaret asked them how her husband and family should be

ARRIVAL AKD RBTRBAT.

able to join General Washington ; " Would they not bo
arrested as spies or enemies of the New England colonists if
they attempted to pass over among them V

One of the rebels answered her, " If you will go and join
General Washington, we will give you a pass into New
England, and as 80>n as we can consult with the war
committee we will bring or send you the psvssport."

Margaret trembled lest her husband would suddenly
object to the proceeding, as nothing definite had been
arranged during their hour of debating the situation, only
that they must escape if possible. She was well aware of
her husband's sterling loyalty. She caught his eye and
nodded to him to assent to the proposition of the rebels.

He did so. The rebels left, promising the pass the next
day, and that in twenty-four hours after receiving it, a guard
would be ready to escort them on their way to New England.
It being late in the afternoon the rebels then left. At noon
the following day a messenger arrived with the passport, and
also an order to be ready to proceed toward New England on
the following day. The permit or passport read as follows :

Permit the bearer, Charles * * * Godfrey, * * * Esqr.,
to pass from river St. John in Nova Scotia with his family
to any part of New England.

Maugerville, 1 By order of the Committee,

ye 8 July, 1776. J Jacob Barf, xly. Chairman,

After a few words of conversation with the Captain and
his wife, the messenger took his departure. No time was
lost in preparing to escape. Mrs. Godfrey was determined to
have everything in the canoe before daylight next morning.

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The night fortunately was fine, and if all went well they
would be well o!) their way to Fort Frederick before Jacob
Barkerly or any of the rebels were aware of their departure.
Accordingly the night was a busy one getting ready and
transferring bundles of stutf to the canoe, whicli was some
distance off. At early dawn all were in readines-^, and the
last to leave the homestead at Griinross were Margaret and
Paul, who had returned from tne shore for a ho:z containing
the Captain's private papers, which had been overlooked in
the hurry. A few minutes before four o'clock the Indian and
Mrs. Godfrey arrived at the canoe with the box.*

The morning was a lovely one, and Margaret Godfrey
was the most hopeful and cheerful of the little band of
fugitives who were preparing to step into the canoe. Her
every act and word seemed void of fear. Defeat and disaster
with her were but spurs to further effort. She possessed
that fortitude of soul that bears the severest trials without
complaint. A few minutes after four o'clock they pushed
off from the shore, the water was quite calm, but the progress
was slow as the canoe was deeply laden, an«l Paul Guidon
had to be very cautious in its management. Not an Indian
was seen on the shore. The next day they arrived at Paul's
old camping ground, and after resting there a f'&vv hours they
started for -Fort Frederick, a short distance below. Here
fortune seemed to smile upon them. A small schooner lay at
anchor immediately below the fort. Margaret and her
husband lost no time in going on board. The Captain of

"'Many of the events related in this story are founded on facts gathered from
papers contained in the box.

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the schooner said that his vessel would sail for Port Royal,
if there were sufficient wind, early the next day. He a<,need
to take the whole Godfrey family over with them. Paul
seemed bwunil to accompany them, and it pleased Mari^aret,
when siie found out that he was anxious to go with them,
as she feared he would be murdered if caught by the rebels,
Towaril evening they all embarked on board the schooner,
Paul having got permission from the Captain of the vessel to
take his canoe on board, he, assisted by Charlie, embarked it
also.

In the morning there being a fair wind sail was set, and
next day all on b(»ard were safely landed at Annapolis.
Fortune once more favoured the Godfrey family, at Anna-
polis Royal there they found a British sloop of war.
Margaret got Paul to take her and her husband in his canoe
to the ship. They were received on board by the Captain
in the most cordial manner, who said they had arrived in
good time, as he intended to sail in a day or two. In a short
time Captain Godfrey and his wife returned to the shore,
having completed arrangements with the Captain of the ship
for a passage to Halifax.

In a day or two the Godfrey family, accompanied by the
Indian, sailed in the British sloop-of-war Viper^ commanded
by Captain Greaves.

Four days later the Viper arrived in Halifax harbour,
and previous to the Godfreys disembarking, Mrs. Godfrey
requested permission of Captain Greaves to address a few
words of farewell to the ship's company. Her request being
granted and all hands ordered on deck, Mrs. G., in appro-

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priate terms and in a modest, yet dignified manner, spoke
words of counsel to the company, concluding her short
exhortation in these words: "And to the Captain of my
salvation I commend you alL"

CHAPTER VIII.

REBEL PLANS-PRAYING THE LORDS.

Before Captain Godfrey sailed with his family from
Halifax for England, he waited on Governor Arbuthnot and
General Massie^ and informed them of the rebels intentions,
and gave them a history of his sad experience on the
St. John.

He told them that he had been offered by the rebels the
command of a party of men to march forward and attack
Fort Cumberland, and if they (the rebels) should be suc-
cessful, they were to be reinforced, and at once proceed to
Halifax, set fire to the town, and sack it.

In their proceedings the rebels, who were in constant
communication with the New Englanders, and who were
instructed by them, were talking of forming this plan in
order if possible to keep General Howe's army from being
largely reinforced.

Captain Godfrey, though very weak and ill, offered his
services to General Massie, if the latter would arm two
schooners und put on board of each of them one hundred

* Fort MMde at Halifax, part of « hich is now held as a military burial ground,
was namsd aftor this officer.

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regulars besides n crew of tweiity-hve nion. He proposed to
proceed to Fort Cumberland and secure the place in case an
attack was made. His offer was declined. He then bid
adieii to Halifax and sailed for En«^land, where he and his
family arrived on January the 8th, 1777.

He lost no time in ap))lying to Lords Nortli and Germain,
who iifter proper examination found his claims for losses in
the colony well founded; and were generously pleasetl to
order him the annual sum of one hundred and Hfty pounds
for the temporary support of his family. This sum was
afterward reduced to one hundred and twenty pounds, and
finally altogether withdrawn.

He then put his distressed condition before the govern-
ment, and his case was again tosse<l about from Lord to Lord,
and from board to board, and finally brought up again Ije fore
the Lords of Parliament, and from it whg sent back to the
Lords of Plantations and Trade. From thence to the Lords
of commission for services and losses in America, and the
Lord only knows where else it was sent, until it was sent
out to Nova Scotia in 1784.

Thirteen years had elapsed since the Captain experienced
his first misfortune in Nova Scotia, and more than seven
years had elapsed since his «econd loss, then his case was
sent out to Nova Scotia.

During all this long time he had exercised the greatest
patience, and his loyalty to his King (George the Third) was
never for a moment shaken.

He had lost in lands and goods about twelve thousand
pounds sterling by settling in a British Colony where Indians

REHEL PLANS — PRAYING THE LORDS.

and rebels destroyed his prospects, and yet he had received
no redress for the hardships he and liis family had endured,
and the ^^veat wrongs inflicted upon them. His wife and
children were allowed to lomain in an almost destitute con-
dition by the King and his advisers. Financially, Captain
Godfrey could liave been in no worse condition had he joined
General Washington. But there was no power on entth that
could induce the Captain to turn his back upon his King
and his crumtry.

He, with the assistance of his heroic wife, had done all
in their power to rouse the whole mind and heart of their
fellow countrymen in office to a satisfactory settlement of
their just claims, but all they had done seemed useless, and
they knew not what more to do.

After the close of the American war Captain Godfrey
once more thought of crossing the ocean to settle in the
colony where he had experienced so much misfortune. But
after he had made all the arrangements for leaving England,
he found out that he was too weak in body to stand the wear
and tear of a passage across the Atlantic Ocean. In those
days it usually took two months to cross from Great Britain
to Nova 8cotia.

The Captain's case had been tossed from one official to
another, and from one commission to another, until it had
probably travelled through the completely developed rounds
of Red Tapeism. After this it appears to have been allowed
to slumber till the close of the American Revolutionary War.

Captain Godfrey's health, since his last arrival in England
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support being gone, he was largely depending on frieiuls and
relatives for the means of supporting hin family. His eldest
son, (Charlie) tlirough the never failing energy of his mother,
had received an Ensign's commission in the British Army.*

The last etlort Captain Godfrey appears to have made in
trying to secure something in return for his services to his
country, and for the great losses sustained by him in the
colony, was after the conclusion of the war between England
and America.

He got liis case before the " Lords of the Commission "
for services and losses in America, and there it seems to have
met its doom, it was granted a sort of Ticket of Leave for
transportation to Nova Scotia, where it died in exile.

Their Lordships referred Captain Godfrey in the following
manner to he Governor of Nova Scotia : —

SlR,-

Whitehall, Maj' 24thy 1784.

You will receive herewith a memorial, which has been pre-
sented to me by Captain Charles '^ * * Godfrey, * * ^^^ pray-
ing that proper orders may be given for the immediate recovery
of his lands upon the St. John River, in the Province of Nova
Scotia. As I understand, upon inquiry, that Mr. Godfrey was
dis-possessed of his property previous to the Independence of
America, on account of his loyalty and the active part he took

* In 1805, Charlie, who had received a Captain's commission, was appointed
Captain in the Nova Scotia Fenoible Infantry', commanded by Colonel Fred.
Wetherall. In the above year Captain Charlie Godfrey married in Nova Scotia.

REBEL I'LANS — PRAYING THE LORDS.

for the support of His Majesty King (icorgc the Third's Govern-
ment. I am induced to recommend the prayer of the petition
to vour favourable consideration.

I am, Sir, your most

Obedient Humble Servant,

Sydnkv.
To John Parr,

Cdptain-Gcncral and Govcrnor-in-Chicf

of the Province of Xova Scotia.

Ill the ye? 1776 the Ne^v England Colonists appear to
have had their emissaries in Xova Scotia. There is no
missing link, the chain of evidence is completed by the pass-
port to Captain Godfrey from the Rebel Committee at
Maiigerville, in July, 1776. After the lapse of one hundred
and twelve years, the fact is revealed that there were persons
in Nova Scotia who were employed l)y the New England
colonists, and paid by them to incite the Indians to revolt,
and hold out bribes to honest and loyal settlers to forsake
their King and country.

It may be that in the near or distant future facts will be
brought to light which will prove beyond a doubt that the
United States had emissaries in Nova Scotia in 1888 who
were paid for their services in Yankee gold.

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CHAPTER IX.

PAUL GUIDON

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It will be remembered that the Godfreys, accompanied by
their faithful friend Paul Guidon, arrived at Halifax in tho
" Viper." Paul remained twelve days with his friend, and
then a vessel being about to sail lor Quebec, Commander
Greaves secured him a passage in her.

But the farewell almost broke the heart of the noble
Iroquois, and he wept many bitter tears. Margaret Godfrey
was aware of Paul's desire to gain possession of the old
service book, she knew he had longed for it since the day of
his mother's burial, and on bidding him adieu she presented
him with the book, saying as she did so, "Peul keep this
book, it is from your friend, no doubt you will sometimes bo
able to get some one to read to you useful lessons from its
pages."

Paul Guidon had frequently told Mrs. Godfrey that he
felt a sort of charm come over him whenever his eyes rested
on the book, and when he touched it with his hand he
imagined ho could hear his mother whisper the wordt, " Paul
be good man, and bye and by you »rill come to me on the
sunny plains of the happy hunting ground."

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At Quebec a British officer, becoming greatly attached to
Paul, en^ged him as a sort of confidential servant, and
noticing the Iroquois admiration for the military dress, he
had a suit made for him. Indeed, Paul became an especial
favorite with all the soldiers of the garrison. Colonel
MacLean, with whom the Indian had engaged, had great
confidence in him, and frequently trusted him to carry
important messages. The Colonel found him to be a most
trusty fellow, and occasionally sent him alone to observe
the enemy's movements. Paul was as straight as an athlete
and had an eve keen as an eagle's. He scarcelv ever failed
in reporting to the Colonel something worth knowing.

On the night of December 31st, 1776, the Iroquois
advanced in a creeping position so close to the enemy's lines,
that on his return he was able to state to the Colonel what
the enemy were doing, and he told what he had observed in
such an intelligent way that the British were prepared to
meet and repulse every attack of Arnold and Montgomery
on that night. In the attack Montgomery was killed and
Arnold wounded.

One night, an exceptionally dark and stormy one, the
Indian was sent out to reconnoitre. He lost his way, and
getting inside the enemy's lines, came near being captured.
In the dense darkness he crept right up against one of the
enemy's pickets. The sentry fired, and Paul fell flat on the
snow quite near the sentry's feet, the shot passing over the
Indian's head. In another instant Paul had regained his
feet, and while the sentry was attempting to reload his
musket the Iroquois grasped at him, and in doing so caught

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him by his hands, which were clasped tightly around the
weapon. The sentry gave a most determined backward jerk,
but Paul held him firmly and then wrenched the musket out
of his hands, bringing with it a ring off the sentry's finger.
The Iroquois put the ring on his own finger and made off at
once for the British lines. In his haste, when nearing the
British outposts, he stumbled and fell, and with such force
that he was knocked senseless and lost the ring. He lay
there for some time, and when he had somewhat recovered
he found himsslf so benumbed with the cold that he could
scarcely move his limbs.

It was snc'ving when he fell, and when he became
conscious of his situation, he found himself covered with an
inch or more of snow, and his head and face badly cut and
bruised. On all four he crept to the British outposts with
the blood streaming from a cut in his leg and one on his
face. At last he reached the lines, mere dead than alive.
Paul received a cold from which he never recovered.

In the morning he crawled out in search of the ring,
thinking it might be of some value. He was enabled to find
the place where he had fallen by retracing his steps and
seeing the blood on the snow in spots here and there. It
had stopped snowing soon after he recovered conscious-
ness, consequently it was not difficult next morning to find
out the spot where he had received his injuries. The sun
was shining brightly, and as he kicked away the snow after
hunting about for an hour or so, his eye caught something
shining brilliantly. He picked it up. It was a ring. He
put it into his pocket and returned. He knew he had seen

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the ring before. He put it in an inside pocket of his coat
and sewed it in, fearing he might otherwise loose it.

The Indian for a long time was unfitted for active duty.
He made his home sometimes at the garrison and sometimes
with the tribes of Indians in the neighborhood.

When General Burgoyne, in June, 1777, advanced from
Canada into the New England States, Paul Guidon attached
himself to one of the officers of the expedition. This officer
was afterward killed and Paul was captured by the Ameri-
cans and sent a prisoner to Boston, and at that place detained
for some months.

At length he managed to make his escape. He wandered
for weeks in the woods and along the paths, and at last
struck the Xova Scotia boundary and continued on until he
reached the vicinity of Fort Frederick. There he remained
for a short time visiting the scenes and places of other days.
He then set out once more for Quebec, and arrived there in
September, 1778, where he remained till the close of the war.
In September, 1780, he was united in marriage with a hand-
some young Chipewayan squaw. Paul Guidon was loved and
admired by most of the Indians of the Quebec district, and
never wanted for a home amongst them.

His wife was of medium height, her face was handsome,
and her features clean-cut, as they are seen in Greek statuary.
She was as brown as some statues are. Her eyes were of
the deepest and brightest black, they were quick and
piercing as arrows sent to their mark.

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CHAPTER X.

MARGARET GODFREY ARRIVES IN NOVA

SCOTIA.— DEATH OF THE YOUNG LION

OF THE WOODS.

In the month of August, 1 784, Margaret Godfrey once
again arrived in Nova Scotia. This time she came aione,
her husband being too ill to accompany her. She left her
English home and came out to Nova Scotia to secure a
personal interview with Governor Parr, and do all in her
power to get back the property on the St. John River ; or if
not, then she would endeavor to secure some compensation
for it, through the instrumentality of the governor. She
remained at Halifax a few weeks, and then left for the St.
John River, She did not appear satisfied with her visit to
the governor. She could get no promise from him that the
estate at Grimross Neck would be restored to her husband,
or that any compensation would be granted in its stead.
Nothing seems to have been done in her interest, and she
left Halifax deeply disappointed in her mission.

Trouble had recently arisen between the people settled at
the mouth of the St. John and the authorities at Halifax.
Instead of one Province she was informed that there were
now two Provinces. She determined to cross over to Parr-

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town, and see what she could acccomplish by visiting the
estate personally. With the letter from Sydney to Governor
Parr, she took a certificate of survey, which read as follows:

This may certify, that by the desire of Captain , I

have laid nine hundred acres of land on the Peninsular or place

called Grimross Neck, in the Township of Gage, on the River

St. John, beginning at the Portage and running down the river

about two miles and a quarter to a maple tree marked, thence

running S. W. till it meets Grimross Creek, thence up the said

Creek to the Portage, thence crossing the Portage to the first

mentioned bounds.

. Israel Perley,

Dept. Surveyor.
Gagetown^ Jany. Jist, 177 1.

Mrs. Godfrey finding that nothing could be accomplished
by her visit up the river, returned to the settlement at its
mouth. The place of settlement had undergone a great
change since the year 1770, when she first came to Fort
Frederick with her husband.

She remained at Parrtown a few weeks, in order if possible
to gather further information respecting the property at
Grimross Neck, and to consult with some of the leading
inhabitants, as to what course they would advise her to
pursue. She was most kindly entertained by the people of
the place. •

One fine morning, while walking about the settlement,
she accidently met a fine looking young Indian girl. The
young squaw, whose black eyes shone in the bright sunshine
as polished jet, put out her small brown hand and said in

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quite good English, " Please main, won't you give me some-
thing for sick husband?"

Margaret thought the dusky beauty looked rather young
to be married, but she said to her, " And where does your
husbairi live r

She pointe<l her hand up the river and replied, ** Not far
that way."

" Have you been living here long T asked Margaret.

" Not very long," replied the young squaw.

" What is the matter with your husband 1" said Margaret.

The little squaw answered, " My husband be very sick
with consumption, most dead."

" Where did you get that pretty ring on your finger?"
S'Ud Mrs. Godfrey to the Indian woman.

Margaret Godfray had noticed the ring on the squaw's
finger, sparkling in the sunlight, as she pointed her small
brown hand up the river in the direction of her home.

The swarthy beauty, with an innocent smile, as she hung
her head on one side, said, " My husband give it me after
we get married." The Indian lass then began to run her
fingers over a string of red and white beads, that encircled
her round plump neck and hung loosely down over a well
proportioned bosom. At the same time she kept scraping
the ground with the toe of her moccasin, and now and again
crossing one foot over the other and resting the tip of her toe
for an instant on the earth. Then she would swing one of
her feet about a frot from the ground over the other. Her
dark blue dress being quite short, and the wind blowing

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stiffly, she would occasionally display a small prettily formed
foot, and an ankle that looked as though it had been formed
in nature's most perfect mould.

Mrs. Godfrey broke the silence by asking the young
woman if she would like her to go to the wigwam and see
her sick husband 1 The Indian woman answered, " May be
dead now, and long rough walk, no canoe here."

Margaret said to her, " Suppose you come down here to-
morrow morning in a canoe and take rae up to your wigwam?"
She answered, " Have no canoe, but might get Jim Newall's,
who lives mile more up river, he has canoe and sometime
bring me down here.''

Margaret agreed to accompany her to her wigwam early
the next morning, if Xewall and she came to the settlement
in a canoe.

She said she would go and see Newall, and if he could
not come, she would walk down and let her (Margaret) know
how her husband was.

Mrs. Godfrey told the squaw where she would find her
at ten o'clock the next morning, and then taking the hand of
the Indian woman into that of her own, looked carefully at
the ring, as she bid her good day.

Margaret recognized the ring as the one she had lost
during the assault of the rebels at Grimross, in 1776. She
missed it from off her finger soon after the cross-eyed,
monkey-faced rebel " Will," had pulled her about the floor
by the hand, and never saw or heard of it after. Paul
Guidon often said to Mrs. Godfrey, that he believed the
rebel •* Will " had stolen her ring.

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It was a very valuable one, set with a choice emerald,
surrounded by precious stones. It was presented to Margaret
by her father, on the day he was elected Mayor of Cork, and
cost forty-five guineas. It had never occurred to Margaret,
during her conversation with the squaw, to ask her name.

Mrs. Godfrey said to herself, " This Indian girl may be
a daughter of one of the savages who attacked us at Grimross
Perhaps she has lied to me and I may never again see her or
the ring. I may posi^ibly get some info ation to-morrow
that will satisfy me. I must wait."

At ten o'clock the next morning a strapping big Indian
knocked at the door of the house where Mrs. Godfrey was
lodging, and inquired if " woman lived there who wanted go
in canoe and see sick Injun up river ?"

He was informed that there was a lady inside, ready and
waiting for a man named Jim Newall, to take her up the
river. " Me Jim," he replied.

Margaret came to the door. She said, " Are you Jim
Ncwall ?" " Yes, me Jim Newall," he answered gruffly.

Margaret asked Jim how far it was to where he had left
his canoe. " Just few steps," he replied. " Down among
stumps at water edge. Margaret accompanied the Indian,
and finding out where the canoe was, told Jim to remain
there until she returned, as she wanted to get a few things
for the sick man.

Half an hour later Mrs. Godfrey and a Mrs. Fowler were
making their way by stumps of trees and over branches, with
their arms loaded with things for the sick Indian. They
were soon on board, and then Jim Xewall paddled away up
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As thp canoe slipped along, every spot on the shores
seemed familiar to Margaret's eyes, and many sad thoughts
flashed across her mind ; memories of days never to he
forgotten rose in her soul. She remarked to Mrs. Fowler,
" How little everything has changed since I was here last,
eight years ago, except at the settlement."

The morning was a charming one, the river was running,
fairly rushing up, otherwise all nature seemed to sleep. The
splash of the paddle, the ripple of the water along the sides
of the canoe, and the gentle rolling of the little btrk, were
the only things that disturbed the quiet that reigned supreme
all about. The Indian never spoke, and Margaret and her
companion, as they sat one ahead of the other in the bottom
of the canoe, seldom exchanged a word.

Mrs. Godfrey saw at a glance that the canoe was nearing
the place where Paul Guidon and his mother had once lived.
As she looked toward the shore her eyes rested upon a form
standing at the water's edge, and as the canoe approached
nearer and nearer the shore, she recognized the form as that
of the pretty squaw she had met at the settlement the
previous day. Margaret Godfrey remarked to Mrs. Fowler,
"There stands the pretty creature I met yesterday." Mrs.
Fowler replied, "She does not look like the squaws we so
often see about the settlement." She continued, " What a
neat, tidy girl she is. I have never seen her at Parrtown,
what a handsome face and fine form she has "

** And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,
Of finer form, or lovelier face."

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The bow of the canoe had now touched the shore, and
the Indian luss most politely made a courtesy to the ladies
in the canoe.

After landing, Mrs. Fowler put a piece of silver in Jim
Newall's hand and asked him if he would take them back
home again in an hour or two. Jim nodded an assent as he
pulled his little bark out of the water to the dry land.

Mrs. Godfrey, once on shore, fully recognized that she was
at the old camping ground of her protector in by gone days,
Paul Guidon.

The squaw replied to Mrs. Godfrey's inquiry after her
sick husband, that he was very weak, almost dead. Does
he know that a white woman is coming to see him this
morning ? avsked Margaret G. ** Yes," replied the Indian
woman, ** he be eo glad see you, but he be very weak, no
speak, he told me in whisper last night, after I come back
camp from Jim Newall wigwam, best friend, best woman
ever saw, was pale face woman, who told him of Great Chief,
Big Spirit, and great hunting ground way back sun, where
old Mag, (mother) was now. Pale face woman gave him
book, and would talk Great Spirit and tell him look after
Paul and make him good man."

Is your husband's namd Paul ? asked Margaret Godfrey.
*' Yes mam," she answered, Paul Guidon his name. Mrs.
Godfrey felt all must be a dream. She appeared lost and
bewildered after she had heard the name Paul Guidon. She
cast a glance at her companion and exclaimed, " Am I back
to the old camping ground of Paul Guidon, and is he here 1
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she staggered and fell into the arms of the Indian woman,
with such force as to almost knock the squaw over. Mrs.
Fowler noticing the stupor of her companion and her pallid
features, asked her if she felt ill. She did not reply.

Little Mag, for such was the name of the handsome
squaw, ran down to the river side, filled her moccasins with
water and tripping back, she poured the contents full in the
face of Mrs. Godfrey. She went again and again to the
river, filled her moccasins and poured the water over
Margaret's face and temples.

Jim Newall, who was sitting in his canoe a few yards
distant, seeing the woman lying on the ground, came up and
proposed to carry her to the wigwam two hundred yards
distant, or under the shade of some trees near by. The
latter proposition was acted upon. Jim, Mrs. Fowler and
Little Mag, carried Margaret to a shaded spot a few yards
away. They all sat down beside her, as she lay stretched
and apparently lifeless upon the ground. After little Mag
had once more poured *A' j contents of her shoes down the
neck of Margaret, and Mrs. Fowler had steadily rubbed her
temples and wrists, she opened her eyes, looked wildly about,
and then sat up supported by her companion. .

She then commenced to speak in a low weak voice.
Mrs. Fowler, listening attentively, heard her say, ** Forever
honored be this spot of earth : Here " Old Mag " departed
this life. Here her son Paul, that most noble spirit of the
woods, who when I was weary, distressed, and a wanderer,
broken in everything but spirit, poor in all but faith and
courage : Here ! Here ! Paul took refuge, and my husband.

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my children and myself rested. Never shall that day be
forgotten by me. I shall always look back during my life,
and when I get to that other home, I shall, too, look back
to this sacred spot with unabated affection and regard.
Here ! Here was I eight years ago with husband and children,
unprovided for, unprotected, on the shore of this river, in a
rude and fearful wilderness, surrounded by savages, but that
noble Indian, that splendid Iroquois, whose old mother lies in
everlasting sleep near here, protected us and provided for us.
The hills around are hallowed in my memory, and these
trees seem to stand with grace juid beauty. This shore is as
sacred to my mind as those of the Jordan were to the people
of old. Here ! yes here ! how often have I communed with
my loving Saviour ! This ground is sacred to me because
it incloses the dust of the mother of my protector. The
ashes of old Margaret Guidoii repose here. Is this sacred
ground soon to claim the dust of her loving son ? It may
be that both came here to live for a brief space and then to
die and mingle their ashes with this Acadian soil.

Tears streamed down over her beautiful wa:^eu features,
as Mrs. Fowler and little Mag assisted her to her feet. No
penitent at a Methodist revival-service ever looked more
serious than did Jim Newall, as Margaret Godfrey uttered
the above.

Margaret had at length sufficiently recovered to proceed
to the wigwam, assisted on either side by little Mag and
Mrs, Fowler. The three walked slowly toward the home of
Paul Guidon. Arriving at the entrance of the wigwam the
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The first object that met the eyes of Mrs. Godfrey was
the sick Indian lying, wasted and emaciated, on a bed of
spruce-boughs covered with a blanket.

Margaret Godfrey at once knelt at his bed-side and
placing his dark thin hand in that of her own, said " Dear
Paul, I come to see you."

He looked up at bur and stared in a sort of vacant
manner. He tried to raise his head, but was too weak to
do so. She looked straight in his eyeFj, and said again,
'* Paul, you remember your old pale-faced friend who used
to live at Grimross Neck 1 As Margaret spoke the last
word, Paul Guidon faintly whispered, " Thank Great Chief,
I told him get yo<i come mo, Paul must not be made die till
you come." Great tears rolled down his sunken cheeks as he
whispered the above, and Margaret Godfrey, overpowered
with emotion, lightly rested her forehead on his thin sinewy
arm. Not a step. Not a sound was heard for a few minutes
within the narrow circle of the wigwam, all rested as if iu
silent prayer, a more touching, a more peaceful, a mora
solemn scene, was never witnessed in palace or cottage. Deep-
grief, real sorrow, took full possession of those woman who
knelt around the bed of the dying Iroquois, in that birchen
home on the banks of the St. John, on the morning of
September the 20th, 1784.

There in the stillness of a North American forest, on a
magnificent autumn day, when the trees were dressed in all
their gorgeous loveliness, and at an hour when not even the
rustling of a leaf could be heard, death was gradually
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Margaret Godfrey raised her head from off the arm of
the Indian, and as she did so, he again whispered, " me
soon be on hunting ground behind setting sun, you must
come see Paul." Mrs. Godfrey promised him that she
would. He looked at his little wife and tried to move his
right hand toward his breast. She knew what he wanted
her to do. She knelt down, kissed him and took from inside
his shirt a book. It was the old service book. She handed
it to Margaret Godfrey, who opened it and read to Paul,
whose eyes were steadfastly fixed on the reader As she
continued reading, the eyes of the dying Indian gradually
closed, and as she shut the book he ceased breathing. The
spirit of the " Young Lion of the V\^oods " had taken its ever-
lasting flight.

** Like a shadow thrown

Softly and sweetly from a passing cloud,
Death fell upon him."

An hour after Paul Guidon had died, Jim Newall, Mrs.
Godfrey, Mrs. Fowler and Mag Guidon went to the shore
and brought Newall's canoe to the wigwam. The dead
chief was laid out in a military coat, which he had kept witli
great care, on his head was an undress cap, and his lower
limbs were dressed in dark trousers, and long military or
hunting boots coming up to the knee.

Paul Guidon was united in marriage to Margaret Reonadi
at Quebec in the summer of 1780, and. several military
gentlemen were present at the ceremony. He was dressed
for burial in the same suit in which he was married.

Newall's canoe, on which the body was laid, was draped
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athwart the canoe forming a bed for the body of the departed
hero. On his breast were placed his bow and arrow, also
his moccasins. The widowed squaw said the canoe would
help his soul to cross rivers and lakes en the way to the
happy hunting grounds, the arrow would bringdown game and
the moccasins protect his feet. When all preparations were
completed Npwall had arrived back with another canoe.
Mrs. Godfrey and Mrs. Fowler were then taken to the
mouth of the river by Jim, where they secured the services
of a man named Cock to accompany Newall up the river
and assist him in digging a grave. A person by the name
of Farris presented Mrs. Godfrey with a British flag, which
.he wished displayed at Paul's burial.

The following morning, according to an agreement,
Newall came to the settlement and took Margaret G. and
Mrs. Fowler to the wigwam which should hold the noble Paul
no more forever. The l^ritish ensign was drawn over the
body of the dead Indian. He lay in a sort of state lill next
day, the body being viewed by many of the Indians of the
district, and also by not a few people from the settlement.
All those that came expressed great sorrow for the quiet
little Chipewayan widow, who was far away from her home
and people. On the day of the burial there was a great
gathering of the tribes. The body was borne to its final
resting place by ten stalwart Indians, five on each side of
the canoe, which vyas placed on five paddles. The procession
was a most solemn one. The forest, the rugged scenery, the
quiet retreat, all these appeared to add to the solemnity of
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and neatly lined with spruce. At five o'clock in the afternoon
all that was mortal of Paul Guidon was lowered into its last
abode. •

" They laid them fondly side by side,
And near their icy hearts
They placed their arrows and their bows,

Their clubs, and spears, and darts ;

For use when they with life are crowned

In heaven's happy hunting ground."

Margaret Godfrey read the burial service from the old
service book, while rivers of tears flowed down a score of
swarthy faces, and an occasional low wail uttered by the
Indians standing round the open grave, told of their sorrow
and superstitious fear. The British ensign was then placed,
over the dead Iroquois. It was the flag under which he had
lived and died, and a fit emblem to cover the remains of so
true and brave a man. (The characters of American sympa.
thizers, of traitors and rebels, as black as they appear in
Colonial Hieiory, will appear deeper-dyed as they stand
in contrast to the loyalty of this true Indian.) Margaret
Godfrey spoke to them as follows : ** I believe it to be
my solemn duty, yea, my special duty on this most sor-
rowful occasion, that I should express my feelings. If there
ascends frum my heart a prayer to the throne of the Great
Chief, in belialf of this youthful widow and in behalf of you
people, let it be a prayer that the Great Chief may turn the
hearts of all from the thoughts of war to sentiments o|
mercy and peace, such as our dear brother, whose remains
we have just committed to the grave, posce&sed in hi/i
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remains lie before us, I thank Him who rules the winds and
guides the stars in their courses, that such a man was ever
born. And if, at some distant p<^riod, it may be many years
remote, one of my own or my husband's countrymen (some
of whom are now peopling this country) should visit this
spot or this rfeighbourhood, I trust that tradition or history
may inform such a one that here sleeps one of the bravest,
truest, and most noble sons of the forest that ever lived and
roamed over the hunting grounds of time. He was true to
bis adopted country, true to its king, and true to its loyal
people. An Indian, but too honest and noble-minrled to be
a rebel, he not only discountenanced the dark plottings of
enemies within Acadia, but his sagacity sometimes was the
means of frustrating them. He was an Indian, high in
character ; a noble example to some pale faces, to all. His
body now rests beside that little brook, but his spirit is in a
country of light and peace. This country is a good and
pleasant country, and those who are coming to live here are
sprung from a noble race, and if you, my friends, all prove
as good and true as this departed red-man, you will have
no cause to complain at the pale faces settling around
you. You will secure a righteous treatment of your
race, and your people will be a happy people. The
British people (my people) are a great people, and where
they settle they govern wisely, and in their dealings with all
peoples they are guided by that justice and generosity which
alone becomes a Christian people. These may be the last
words I shall ever speak to you. These may be the last
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of the pale faces and build up for your race a lasting renown.
You and I, all of us, can learn good lessons from the life of
Paul Guidon. If we live as he lived we will be happy here,
and bye-and-by be more happy in the hunting fields of
the hereafter. If we are as true to our Greafr Chief, and as
true to our king and country as he was, we will worship the
Great Spirit and never talk against our king and our country.
Then bye and-by we shall go to meet Paul Guidon in a
country where there will be no more wars, no more sighs, no
more tears, no more parting, no more dying.."

The Red men paid the utmost attention to the words as
they dropped from Margaret Godfrey's lips. The grave was
then filled in and the mourners dispersed to their homes
along the river, leaving Paul Guidon to. rest beside his
mother.

For more than a century the " Young Lion of the
Woods " has slept on the banks of the St. John. His loyal
spirit took its flight to another sphere about the time thou-
sands of united loyal spirits were forming a city near his tomb.
The few thousand people that had settled in the colony iji the
days of Paul Guidon, were the ancestry of the nearly one
million true, loyal subjects who inhabit the Maritime Pro-
vinces at the beginning of this year 1889. The colony, of
which the noble Iroquois was a citizen, was confined within
narrow bounds. Now the sons of the Loyalists are on the
shores of the Pacific. Our country extends there. It is a
noble faculty of our nature which enables us to connect our
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contemplating the example and studying the character of
Paul Guidon, we must come to the conclusion that were
that Indian living now his heart would glow with patriotic
pride at the strides the country has taken, and that our
destiny is Canadian, not American.

It is a pleasure to be able to exhibit to the present gene-
ration something of the splendid character ot the Iroquois,
whose ashes, commingled with those of the Union Jack,
repose near the loyal City of St. John.

" And has he not high honor,
The hill side for a pall.
He lies in state while angels wait
With stars for tapers tall ;
And the dark rock pines, with tossing plumes.
Over his tomb to wave ;
'Twas a kind dear hand in that lonely laud,
That laid him in the grave."

*' In that lonely grave without a name,
Where his uncof&ned clay
Shall break again, O, wondrous thought !
Before the Judgment Day,
And stand with glory wrapped around
On the hills he never trod.
And speak of the strife that won our life.
And the Incarnate Son of God."

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MARGARET GODFREY'S FAREWELL.

The widowed squaw and the two pale-faced women were
the last to leave Paul's late camping ground. As they were
pushed off into the stream by Jira Newall, who with another
Indian paddled them back to the settlement, Margaret saw
the other canoes, nine in number, going up the river. In
the twilight ahe watched them, and it came to her mind that
when Paul Guidon saw the porpoises at the mouth of the
Bay of Fundy coming toward the sloop, he was not to be
blamed for thinking they were canoes. She remarked to
Mrs. Fowler those canoes resemble, at first sight, porpoises
on the Atlantic Ocean.

When they arrived at the settlement Little Mag was
taken to the home of the Lesters. As she sat down in one
of the small, unfurnished rooms, she rested her head upon
her hands and bitterly sobbed. Mrs. Godfrey tried to com-
fort her, but she wept on. Little Mag said she felt badly
at leaving the wigwam. If she had stayed there her hus-
band's spirit would have come in the night and been with
her. She would not see him but she would know he was
there. Indians always come back the night they are buried
to see their loved ones again before going off to th« great
hunting grounds. After a time ** Little Mag " fell asleep,

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and in her dream, as she reclined on a bench, talked in an
unknown tongue. Neither Margaret nor any present could
understand a word she uttered. She ap peared to he con-
versing with some invisible being, invisible, at least, to the
pale faces. It may have been that in that little room there
was sweet communion between the widowed squaw and her
departed husband. She said to Mrs. Godfrey after she awoke
that she thought she saw her husband and heard him say,
" Don't worry about Paul." " Happy hunting grounds here "
** See you far oiF." ** Far beyond setting sun." He appeared
to be speaking to her out of the setting sun. He was
surrounded by a golden light, while he looked to be dressed
in polished silver, and when she awoke by falling on the
floor, she had started to fling herself into his arms, which
were outstretched to receive her ; but when her eyes were
opened all around her was darkness.*

Soon after relating the above she retired to bed and in
the morning seemed refreshed and happy. She sang songs
in the Chippewayan tongue during the morning ; her deep
black eye became brighter ; her step was light and quick,
and her whole frame seemed to move to silent music, so
regular, graceful and quick were her motions.

"Who among us of earth knows but there are times in the
lives of some of us, if not all of us, when the silent influences
of dear departed friends, happy in the etherial or spirit
world, unconsciously direct our thoughts and guide our
movements.

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In a few days Margaret Godfrey was preparing to leave
the settlement and return to Halifax, and there make one
more effort to secure some compensation for her husband's
losses on the St. John.

She invited " Little Mag " to give her the history of the
ring. In reply, " Little Mag " said her husband, Paul, had
given it to her, and when he presented it to her told her
that it once belonged to the best pale face woman he had
ever seen in all his travels, that it was stolen from off the
pale face's finger, and some moons afterwards he had knocked
down the thief and taken it off his finger, one night far out-
side the British lines at Quebec. The thief was a rebel who
had nearly killed pale face woman. About two weeks after
Paul had knocked the rebel down, there was a sharp sortie
between some British soldiers and some Americans, and
during the fight, which ended in the repulse of the Americans^
the monkey-face* 1, cross-eyed rebel, ** Will," was taken
prisoner. He was a great coward, and acknowledged to her
husband that he had taken the ring off pale face woman's
finger. Her husband told her to keep the ring till pale face
woman saw it. That pale face woman has arrow mark on
right arm above joint. Here Margaret Godfrey pulled up
her sleeve and showed the little squaw the arrow mark
received by her at Fort Frederick, in 1770. " Little Mag's "
full brown face lit up with an innocent smile as she pulled
the precious gem off her own finger and placed it in the
hand of Mrs. Godfrey, at the same time saying, " I know
you the pale face who lost ring." Margaret took the ring
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The Chippewayan widow then took from a pocket in her
bhie skirt, a small case and handed it to Margaret Godfrey,
who opened it and took from it a neck-lace of beads mounted
with gold. A small gold cross was attached. " Little Mag "
said the neck-lace was given to her by officers at Quebec
when she was married, and Paul had given her the cross at
the same time. iShe had married Paul when he was visiting
among her tribe, when she was sixteen years old. When
they came to Quebec the officers were very good to them.
They gave her plenty of good clothes because they liked her
husband so much.

Paul. got sick while hunting with officers last winter.
She was with them and cooking in camp. In early spring
left the officers and came down to St. John River, in May,
and built wigwam near his mother's grave. He got no
better, but worse, growing thinner and weaker, with great
cough. " What * Little Mag ' do now my Paul gone ?" " I
know you good woman will ask Great Chief to help me go
home to my tribe, there live and die. My little papoose,
Paul, deail, sleeps near Quebec, died when few moons old."

The information in Chapter nine respecting Paul Guidon's
career after leaving Halifax in 1776, was obtained from a
document pasted in the back of the old service book, and
written at Paul's request by a Lieutenant of the British
Army stationed at Quebec in the year 1780.

Mrs. Godfrey left Parr Town late in the fall of 1784 for
Halifax, and soon after sailed from tha latter place for
England. Her mission to Halifax and the St. John had
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pro|»erty would be restored to him, or that any compensation
would be granted him in lieu thereof.

As the brigt. in which Margaret Godfrey took passage
sailed out of Chebucto Harbour, she remarked to the captain
that people who attempt to settle in a new colony would do
well before leaving comfortable homes in the old land to
find out what protection is guaranteed settlers, and what
class of persons they are likely to settle among. And as she
cast a last look upon the colony, as she entered the com-
panion way to the cabin, she pointed her hand toward the
shore, remarking, ** my husband and I came out to this land
in very comfortable circumstances fifteen years ago ; to-day,
without a penny to call my own, I leave the colony forever."
The vessel ran across the ocean in thirty-six days, and Mrs.
Godfrey was once again on English soil.

Nothing having been accomplished in Nova Scotia by
his wife's visit. Captain Godfrey once more made an attempt
for relief to the Lords of Pa'^liament at home.

After the close of the American war, a commission was
appointed by Parliament with power to inquire into the
losses and services of the Loyalists in America. Captain
Godfrey, as has been stated in a previous chapter, had put
his case before many commissions, before Lords many.
To use a common expression, " his case had gone the rounds."
And now, as a last elfort, he was about to present his claims
before the Lord Commissioner of Losses and Services of the
American Loyalists. In his memorial the captain stated to
the Lords Commissioners, his services as a soldier to the
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detail the losses he had sustained on the River St. John, in
His Majesty's ("olonial possession, by the cruel and savage
acts of Indians and rebels. He also stated in his memorial
that he could have joined the service of Mr. Washington,
and that great inducements were held out to him to du so,
and to desert the cause of his king and his country. The
memorial concluded as follows :

" Your memorialist, therefore, humbly prays, that his cause
" may be taken into consideration, and that he may be granted
" such relief, as in the benevolence of His Majesty King George
" the Third's Commissioners, his losses and services may be
•' found to deserve, and that he and the subjoined witnesses may
"have a hearing from your Honourable Board."

Witnesses :

Thomas Bridge, Esq.,

No. 2 Bridge Street, Surry Side
Mr. Bartley,

Delzex Court, near the Temple.^

Ceneral Skein,
General Murray

To Property.

j-To Service.

Sir Guy Carleton,!^,^ t ^„^u„
Brook Watson. P"" ^^^^^y-

(Here follows the signature of the petitioner.)

No. 2 Pratt Street, Lambeth.

As far as can be gathered from documentary evidence,
and what information could be obtained otherwise, no relief
was ever granted to Captain Godfrey or his family by the
Commission of Losses and Services of the American Loyalists.
Mrs. Godfrey, whose many trials, hardships, disappointnients
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was living in London as late as 1805. A letter written by
the old lady to her son Charlie's wife, then living in Nova
Scotia, was for a few hours in the possession of the writer
of these chapters. In this letter she states her many difficulties
and the numerous applications on her part to various Lords
and other authorities seeking relief in her distress. Many
portions of the long, well written letter are touching indeed.

The persistency of the grand old lady in doing her
utmost to force the rulers of the country to a settlement
of her husband's claims is greatly to be admired. Her
letter cannot be read by any colonist without feelings of pity
and shame. In one part of the letter she says Councillor
Brand * has given in my memorial to the treasury and I have
to wait till he gets an answer, and I pray God it will be a
happy one, but God knows what is best, and will, if we put
all our trust in him, guide us aright. The cursed Duke of
Richmond is not dead yet.f

Mrs. Godfrey must have been near eighty years of age
when this letter was written. Thirty-five years had elapsed
since her husband's first loss in the colony, and nearly thirty
yearn since he was driven out by rebels and Indians.

. Titles and pensions liave been freely bestowed by English
kings and parliaments on men who have been daring and
successful in Britain's cause. If Captain Godfrey had
performed no deeds worthy of a title or a pension, he at least
deserved to be reimbursed in part or in whole for the losses

* It will be reai9mber(Kl that Mrs. Godfrey was an Irish woman.

t What was the cause of her animosity to this noble Duke, the writer does
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he had sustained at the hands of rebels and savages. And it
is probable there were men and women in England who
were styled Dukes and Duchesses, — who wore orders on their
breasts that covered less brave and no more loyal hearts than
those of Capt. and Margaret Godfrey. She firmly supported
and assisted her husband in his strict adherence to King
George the Third's Cause, and faced the rebels like a Spartan
and defeated them in their designs at Grimross. Her tact,
skill, courage and cool determination in the midst of im-
minent danger were truly admirable. She displayed the
qualities of a born leader time and time again. In a situation
where she could seek no support she relied on her own
judgment, courage and faith. These sterling qualities brought
to her aid one who afterward proved to be a friend and
guide. Alone at Fort Frederick she defeated the designs of
blood-thirsty savages by stepping out of the Fort and standing
unmoved and defiant amid a flight of arrows. Her com-
manding presence and firm attitude won a savage to her
side. We can entertaia no better wish for the memory of
this Celtic heroine, than that her name may be preserved,
and her life and deeds in the colony go down to the latest
generation.

" Jystin MqCarthy in his concise and interesting work,
" Ireland's cause in England's Parliament," says : " There is
** a charming poem by my friend William AUingham, called
^* Lawrence Bloomfiold in Ireland," in which we find a
classic story, thrillingly told, as an illustration of the hero's
ieeling on some subject of interest to his country. A Roman
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woman, who prays for redress of some wrong done to her
and her children. The great emperor is far too great, his
mind is taken up too much with questions of imperial interest,
to have any leisure for examining into, or even for reading,
this poor woman's claim.

One morning he is riding forth of his palace gates, at the
head of bis splendid retinue, and the widow comes in his
way, right in his path, and holds up her petition again, and
implores him to read it. He will not read, and is about to
pass scornfully on, when she flings herself on the ground
before him, herself and her little children, just in front of
his hurse's hoofs, and she declares that if he will not stay
and hear her prayer, he shall not pass on his way unliss he
passes over the bodies of herself and children.

And then says Mr. Allingham, " the Eoman," who must
have had something oi the truly imperial in him, " wheeled
his horse and heard."

Margaret Godfrey, the poor widowed woman, took up the
petition of her husband, and continued to pray for redress
of wrong done her husband, herself, and her children. For
twenty years she continued in her prayer. Read what the
poor widowed woman says in another part of her letter to
her daughter-in-law, and see if the truly imperial is to be
found in a King or in England's noblemen, who for twenty
years " heard and wheeled."

" I have been sick all winter and not able to help myself,
" and am very ill at present. My illness has almost turned
" me, but if I had but half a leg I'll do my duty toward my
"family."

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In another letter written to her daughter-in-law not long
after the first, she says : " Tell Charles if he ever visits the
" mouth of the St. John or old Fort Frederick, not to neglect
" for his mother's sake to visit the grave of Paul Guidon, Ho
" knows the locality and may be able to detect the spot
" where the hero sleeps. In my thoughts, God knows how
" often I linger about that spot. Sacred indeed must be the
" earth that mingles with the dust of such nobility. Were I
" present I would adorn his last resting place with the early
'* spring flowers. Many wintry storms have passed above
"his grave. Spring time and summer have come and gone,
" but he heeds them not.

" I feel that I am nearing the border land, and as I cross
" the stream I believe I shall meet my husband and also my
"other protector standing together on the shore to welcome
" me home, to a homo where friends never fail and where
"justice is administered in the highest perfection.

" It is my living desire, and by the blessing of God it
"shall be my dying desire, to meet bey- nd on the fields of
'* glory Paul Guidon and my dear husband. No Briton ever
" lived who was more loyal to his King and country, and
" trusted more fully in the honour of eiirthly Lords than
" Charles Godfrey.

" It may be that I shall bye and by find Paul Guidon's
" name inscribed in brighter characters on the columns that
" support the arches of the heavens, than the names of some
*' to whom my husband applied on earth for redress of wrong.

•* One of Briton's statesmen

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** thousands upon thrjusands a j car, some of it either presently
" derived or inherited in sinecure acquisitions from the public
"money to boast of their patriotism, and keep aloof from
" temptation, but they do not know from what temptation
" those have kept aloof who had equal pride, at least equal
" talents, and not unequal passions, and nevertheless knew
" not in the course of their lives what it was to have a
** shilling of their own,' and in saying this he wept.

" And so have I, a thousand times in silence wepf a?, the
"utmost energy of my life has been exerted k .b to
"comfort and to encourage a weeping heart-broken iiuxoand
"weighed down with misfortunes and poverty."

The grave has long ago closed over every member of the
Godfrey family who were among the English pioneer settlers
of Acadia, and the history of their lives might have slept
with them, but for a trifling circumstance. The old documents
referred to and copied in the foregoing chapters, are greatly
defaced, and time is completing their destruction. Many of
them are scarcely legible, and it required the utmost patience
and preseverance to gather together the facts as narrated in
this work.

LITTLE MAG'S DREAM AS INTERPRETED BY ONE

OF THE LESTERS.

As the little widow narrated her dream to one of the
Misses Lester, the latter understo'od it to be something lik>
the following : .Mag saw a vast land with wooded hills and
dales, green fields, lakes and rivers. Her departed husband
was quickly crossing over all these toward th? sotting sun.

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He sped over the lakes and rivers in his canoe, and when he
emerged from among the trees, his bow and arrow hung
across his shoulder, over the open country he travelled in his
moccasins, with the old flag wrapped tightly about his breast
and shoulders. At length he approached the setting sun,
where she lost sight of him for a moment, the durkness tl|^at
had gradually settled down, shutting out from her view the
passage of her husband, quick as a flash burst into a beautiful
crystal light. The heavens looked like shining silver, all
around the horizon was a wide cloud of clear light blue, with
a border of gold. Beneath was a broad expanse of green,
with large groves of trees at regular intervals dressed in a
deeper shade. Through these were meandering streams or
rivers as of clear glass. Clear cut avenues ran through at
regular spaces from stream to stream, on the borders of
which (avenues and rivers) were thousands of jasper wigwams,
sitting and standing, at the front of each were Indians of
all ages, dressed in pure white and ornamented with precious
stones of various hues. Rising above the blue border of the
sky, slowly and majestically, a new sun was beaming. On
its face stood Paul Guidon, in a dress of glistening whiteness.
The dress was after the pattern of that of an Indian chief.
Out of his right shoulder rose a red cross slanting slightly
outward, on the top of which stood an angel slightly inclining
foreward. In his right hand he held a wreath made of flowers
most pure and white, inside of which in letters of light blue,
was the word Love. Out of his left shoulder, in the same
direction, rose a statf of deep blue, to which was attached a
drooping silver flag crossed with bars of gold. (Its pattern

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was like the one place<l in his grave.) Op the top of the
staff rested a dove, holding in its beak a wreath, composed
of rainbow shades, circling the word Peace in letters whiter
than snow. As the new sun continued to rise, the jewelled
sky increased in dazzling brilliancy, ten thousand gems of
shining gold shot out, and ten thousand sapphires too, all
glistening gloriously in the new light. The jasper tents on
the everlasting hunting grounds, and the motionless streams
were brig: t ' : with living flame. Thousands of Indians,
strong and ii , in countless groupings, seemed to surpass
even the sky itself in their glittering starry dress.

Paul Guidon appeared to move his head forward as the
star-paved sky increased in burning brightness, till over-
powered by the lustre shining, and dazzled by the increasing
brilliancy, Little Mag fell to the floor and awoke in the
darkened room. As she was in the act of falling the faint
sound of distant music, mingled with the noise of far away
rushing waters, seemed to fall upon her ears, increasing in
strength and melody as she touched the floor.

If Milman's lines had been written or known at the time
of Mag's dream, they could have been must suitably recited.

*' From all the harping throng
Bursts the tumultuous song,
Like the unceasing sound of cataracts pouring,
Hosanna o'ur hosanna loader roaring.
That faintly echoing down to earthly ears,
Hath seemed the concert sweet of the harmonious spheres. '*

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CHAPTER XII.

MARRIAGE OF LITTLE MAG.-SOCIETY AT

HALIFAX.

Soon after Mrs. Godfrey's departure from Parr Town for
England, Little Mag Guidon went up the St. John and
settled there with some of the tribe, intending to remain
until a chance of getting back to her people occurred. She
was not destined, however, to go back to her^ Chippewayan
friends. Jim Xewall, who had so often paddled her to 'the
settlement and back, made advances toward her, which
she reciprocated till it ended in the two being married. It
appears she had won Jim's heart during the illness of her
husband. She told one of the Lesters, shortly after Margaret
Godfrey's dei)arturo, that Newall had said to her one even-
ing while going up to the camp from the mouth of the river,
" Supposem, may be, husband Paul die, Jim Newall come
wigwam." She replied, - When Paul die, no wigwam be
there, won't stay 'lone." Jim answered, " Me, you, two keep
wigwam suppo.^em.» Doubtless, the above conversation laid
the foundation of their union. It proved to be a happy
one. In a letter from a friend to Mrs. Godfrey, a few
months after her arrival Iiome, it is stated that *' Jim and
Mag appear to be the happiest of mortals, their's is true love."

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The lady who wrote the above, evidently did not consider
•' marriage a failure," especially among the Indians. In
matters of citizenship, in matters of human life, in matters
of society, it may be, that it would be beneficial to take a
lesson or two from the lives of the Iroquois, Chippewayan,
and Mic-Mac. We certainly never read or hear that mar-
riage has been a failure among the Indians.

When Mrs. Godfrey bade farewell to Mag Guidon, she
handed her her name and address, written in large, bold hand,
and remarked as she handed it, " Whenever you want to
send me any message, if you are about here, get some of my
friends to write a letter for you."

While Mrs. Godfrey was at Parr Town she sought an
interview with the newly appointed Governor, (Thomas
Carleton), who had arrived a few days before to her
departure. She made known to the Governor the losses
sustained and hardships endured by her husband while in
the colony. She also stated to Colonel Carleton the noble
deeds of Paul Guidon, and of his loyalty to the king.
She told of his death and of the destitute condition of his
young widow.

Some months after Mrs. Godfrey had sailed for home,
Governor Carleton was told that the widow of Paul Guidon
was soon to be married. He sent to a friend of Mrs.
Godfrey for information, and found the report to be true. In
a few days the Governor called at the house of the friend
and handed to her three guineas, to be expended for Little
Mag's comfort.

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This friend Mag usually called in to see when she came
to the settlement. She was told of the Governor's thoughtful
kindness. Mag told the friend to use the money in pur-
chasing her wedding outfit. Not many weeks later Mag
Guidon was married to Jim Newall.

One afternoon the Governor received a note asking him
if he would care to see Little Mag in her wedding costume.
He at once replied, naming a day and hour that it would be
convenient for him to receive the bride.

At the appointed time Little Mag and her pale faced
friend appeared in presence of His Excellency, who received
them in the most gentleman-like manner.

The bride, before leaving the presence of Governor
Carleton, handed to him Mrs. Godfrey's address, and asked
him if he would send a letter to her English mother; (Mag),
and tell her that little Mag was married to Jim Newall, and is
living on the old camping ground where Paul died. That
Little Mag is happy and loves Jim as she did Paul. The
Governor promised Mrs. Newall that he would send a letter
to Mrs. Godfrey. He took the address and not long after
wrote to Mrs. Godfrey, giving that lady a full account of
Little Mag's appearance as she stood in his presence decked
in her wedding garments.

Governor Carleton states in his letter that he never
thought of seeing so handsome a woman among the Indian
tribes of America. That he believes there are ladies in his
own country who would almost feel inclined to forfeit a
title or an estate to be possessed of a pair of hands and feet
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seemed to have perfected its work in moulding the form and
features of the handsome squaw. The Governor continues,
" She was dressed in a suit of navy blue cloth, her skirt
reaching to within an inch of the tops of her moccasins. A
loose blue cloth jacket, buttoned up in front with brass
buttons, covered her well rounded shoulders and breast.
The jacket was edged with scarlet cloth and reached to her
waist. Around her full neck hung a double row of beads,
to which was attached a gol<i cross,* and on each wrist she
wore a bracelet of beads similar to the neck-lace. A wampum
band circled her head. Inside the b md were three beautiful
feathers from the wing ot a wild pigeon. Her hair as black
as the raven's back, was so arranged as to make her forehead
appear like an equilatiral triangle, the brows being the base.
Her eyes, coal black, round, quick and deep set, are indes-
cribable, and a more beautiful set of teeth I never saw in
a human head. Cn her feet she wore light brown moccasins,
on the front of each was worked, in beads of suitable
colours, the Union Jack. As she put out her neat foot that
I might better observe the work on her moccasins, she said
the work was put on them by her wish out of respect to the
flag that covered the remains of her first husband, (Paul
Guidon). In her own words she said to me : *' Tell mother
in England, she see Jim Newall and know Jim ; saw him
when my Paul sick and die. He paddled English mother
down settlement in canoe."

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^The gold cross attached to Mag's neck-lace, was sent to Paul Ouidoii by Sir
Guy Carleton as a present. Paul received the present while he was sojourning at
Quebec.

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** Your letter of 5th August, I received, and will make
further inquiries as you advise about the property." The
letter is addressed as follows :

Mrs^ Charles Godfrey^ ■*• ^^ ♦

Care of Charles Godfrey, * * * Esq.,

(Late of His Majesty's Service),
Kinsale,

County Cork, Ireland.

The above is the substance of the Governor's letter to
Mrs. Godfrey. The date and first three or four lines of it
were torn off and gone, and the remainder was, with great
difficulty, deciphered, the letter being in several pieces and
quite ragged. This letter must have been written in the
year 1785 or '86, as in a letter from a friend to Mrs. Godfrey,
dated September, 1785, Little Mag and her husband are
said to have been met in the street the day ] previous to
writing. It is not at all likely that little Mag was long
married before she appeared in presence of Governor
Carleton.

Had Margaret Newall moved in a more elevated social
sphere, and been surrounded by wealthy parents and rich
relatives, possibly Governor Carleton would have been
obliged to give Mrs. Godfrey a vivid description of Mag's
trousseau, and her beautiful presents of gold, silver, diamonds,
etc. But her parents and friends were poor. Her old
father possessed only a moving tent, occuping here and there,
as he found a spot to pitch it, a few square feet of King
George the Third's wilderness. Old Reonadi was not a com-
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born one hundred years too soon to be surrounded by com-
mercial morality, perfect holiness and paternal affection. It
took a later generation of Chippewayans to display that care
for their posterity which only disguises an habitual avarice
or hides the workings of a low and grovelling nature.

During neither of tlie stays that the Godfreys made at
Halifax had society reached that brilliant epoch it afterwards
attained when that Royal Duke, who set such an example of
duty to all men, was making it his temporary home. That
for a colony was, from all accounts, indeed a brilliant, gay,
and polished society which was assembled at old Chebucto
when the Duke of Kent was at the head of the army in
British North America. Pleasure, however, was not the
only occupation of that then brilliant capital, at whose head
was one so much devoted to duty, that in its fulfilment he
acquired the reputation of a martinet. This was the day of
the early morning parade, particularly irksome in a cold
climate to those who were obliged to turn out before day-
break in the bitter weather of mid-winter. At this day,
also, there were frequent troopings of colours, marchings out,
sham fights, and all the other martial circumstances of a
fully garrisoned town.

The maintenance of this strict discipline among the gar-
rison whom he commanded, was not more characteristic of
the Duke than his affable condescension and the considerate
kindness that he displayed toward the inhabitants of Nova
Scotia, and of Quebec also, when he occupied its castle. So
that his name and memory are still held dear by the loyal
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familiar figure, both at Halifa.^ and Quobec, as he rode
through the streets of either town.

But Halifax, even at the time whereof we speak, so soon
after its first being rescued from the primeval forest, was not
without its charms for those who, like the Godfreys, had
enjoyed the amenities of polished circles. But the almost
destitute circumstances in which they found themselves
when these visits were made, prechided them from entering
into many of the enjoyments that offered. However, there
were a few entertainments at which their position in society
seemed to demand their presence, and which they accord-
ingly attended. Here, of course, they met the heads of
society, as well as many strangers from Boston, Quebec and
other places on the continent, nearly all of whom would be
persons of distinction in the several places where they hailed
from. At this time several tea gardens about Halifax fur
nished the means of quite recretion to the j)ublic Adlam's
garden, adjacent to the citadel, was the most famous of these
resorts, and here on one occasion when the Godfreys were at
Halifax, a garden party was given by one of the leaders of
ton, at which Captain Godfrey and his wife were privileged
to meet, among other distinguished personages. General
Massie and Mr. Arbuthrjot, the governor of the province.
The ladies were richly attired. The military wore their
undress uniforms and the civilians were in full dress, which
consisted in that day of knee-breeches, silk stockings, and
shoes with buckles composed of silver or gold, set with bril-
liants or other precious stones; the waistcoat was often of
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coat of blue clotli, with gilt buttons; and a aword was not
wanting to complete the costume.

It was dir"oult to decide at banquet or ball which pre-
sented the more imposing appearance, the man of war or he
whose avocation was of a peaceful character, so nice were
the dresses of both.

Margaret Godfrey did not forget her situation. Roam-
ing about the lawns and walks in a plain gown, and seeing
the plainness of her own attire as compared with those of the
ladies about her, she retired to an obscure corner of the
grounds, feeling more happy under the circumstances in a
private nook than in the midst of gay and polished society.
Although she was clever, graceful and lively, she f that
the society in the capital was, in some respects, ill- .ted.
She thought the conduct of some of the gentlemen and
ladies was not wholly unimpeachable, while her solid faith
in the virtues of most of the ladies and gentlemen she met
from time to time during her stay never wavered.

A CONCLUDING CHAPTER.

THEN, NOW, AND TO BE.

How often do we hear of the deeds of the fathers of the
country. How cfLen we read of tliem. And how little in
comparison is said or written of the hardships endured and
the heroism ilisplayed by the mothers. In the early colonial
days the women endured equal trials with the men. It is
possible that if the lives of the early settlers and the scenes
of those titnes were in full laid before us for review, wo
would iind many instances in which women displayed even
greater courage than the men, and in enduring the most
severe privations and dangers, held out even longer.

Had Captain Godfrey not been possessed with such a
companion as his wife, it seems almost certain he would
have been made a prisoner and, perhaps, been murdered.
Her tact and perseverance in danger secured his liberty and
resciued him from death.

When her friends in London tried hard to persuade her
from accompanying her husband on his second venture in
the colony, she calmly replied : "Where my husband goes I
can follow, if it be in the wilderness among savages, or even
through fire and blood. I love my husbanil, and wherever
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any other." How much these brave words sound like those
of Madame Cadillac, spoken three quarters of a century
earlier.

On the 24th of July, 1701, Cadillac landed at Detroit,
and set himself to found the place. Soon after this Madame
Cadillac, who had been left behind at Quebec, plunged into
the wilderness to rejoin her husband.

It was a thousand miles in a birch bark canoe rowed by
half-clad Indians, and the route was through a dense forest
and over great waters swept by the September storms, but
this brave woman undertook the journey attended by only a
single female companion.

When subsequently reminded of its hazards and hard-
ships, she simply replied: "A woman who loves her
husband as she should, has no stronger attraction than his
company, whereever he may be."

The rich heritage we enjoy comes to us thrcugh the
great efforts of patriotism and dogged perseverance of our
ancestors (the fathers and mothers of the country). As we
in gratitude remember the former, let us not forget the
latter.

Margaret Godfrey died in London about the year 1807,
having survived her husband fully twenty years. She was
beloved by friends, and esteemed by all who came in contact
with her. She sank full of years undimmed by failure and
unclouded by reverses. Who can think of such persons as
Mrs. Godfrey without acknowledging that such are the true
nobility of the human race !

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And now, when from the long distance of a hundred
years or more, we look back upon the Hardships and misfor-
tunes endured by one family of the early colonists, we feel
assured that pen and tongue can mver make fully known to
us or our posterity the extent of the misery and suffering of
most of the early colonial settlers.*

We know enough, however, to admire the heroism of our
ancestors and their firm attachment to the mother land. Our
hearts should warm with gratitude for what they have done
for our happiness. Ar ' as we consider the unflinching
determination of the fouj.' iert< of these British colonies to
make this land a British home, we feel that we should as
unflinchingly carry on their work and expand their views.
Deeply rooted in the hearts of our ancestors was a love of
the old land, and their desire in the new was to build upon
the foundations of the old.

We, under Providence, are commissioned to carry forward
the work they left unfinished.

This land was the home of our fathers and shall be the
heritage of our children. The provincial spirit of our ancestors
is being merged into a great national one. A grand idea of
nationality is being deeply rooted in the hearts of the present
generation. We are preparing for all the responsibilities
and all the works of a nation, and whether our political
union with the mother country becomes weaker or stronger
as the years pass by, our love for the old land will never

* For a vivid aooount of the suffering's and hardahipo of the early Colonial
sattlers, I would refer the reader to Ryerson's excellent work, The Loyalists of
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cease. We are proud of our parentage. Proud of the Celtic
and Saxoii blood that courses through our veins.

As our country expands, and as we continue to build,
may our love of country widen, and the light of patriotism
that brightened and cheered the hearts of our ancestors as
chey toiled on, brighter and deeper burn in all our hearts,
and one grand illumination throw ics rays upon the surface
of two oceans.

A neighbouring nation may envy our progress and seek
our union, but this will only stimulate our energy and
strengthen the bonds that bind British Americans together.

Our fathers left us a few disunited provinces, our children
will inherit a vast dominion, bounded east and west by the
world's two great seas.

In even less time than it took our ancestors a century
ago to travel from Halifax to the mouth of the St. John, we
can plant our feet on the shore of the Pacific.

The stars and stripes may wave along our Southern
boundary, and there shall their proud waves be stayed.

The Eagle may be lord below,
But the young Lion lord above.

We rest firm in the belief that the decree has gone forth
out of the court of heaven, that the flag which was wrapped
in its iolds around the •' Young Lion of the Woods " in his
last sleep, shall wave triumphantly over Canada till peoples
and nations cease to exist on earth.

The provinces in which the heroic events related in the
foregoing chapters occurred, now partake of the fortunes

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and sentiments and character of a vast country. They live
together with Canada, they flourish with her, and if they
are ever called upon to oppose a mightier foe than Red men
and Rebels, they will not be found unequal to the occasion.

Never was nobler duty confided to human hands than
that which was confided to our ancestors mure than a century
ago. It was theirs under providence to commence the
foundations on which we are building, and in the record of
our social, industrial, educational, political and religious
progress we await with confidence the verdict of the world.

Although for the greater portion of the century the
growth of the British North American Colonies has been
slow, yet it has been sound, and it will be better for Canada
in the future if the growth is not too rapid. If the process
of consolidation tnkes place regularly and moderately, every
institution in the land will be sounder. If the majority of
the immigr; ^ which the country annually receives are
similar in chcaacter and principles to those of the early
colonists, we shall huve nothing to fear in the future. We
have nothing in our past history to discourage us, and much
in our present condition and prospec's to stimulate us. We
who are privileged to live in the closing years of the century
behold a wonderful unity and an extraordinary advancement
of the whole Dominion in all its -reat interests. And the
man, if such there be, who wa.^ -orn on this soil and sprung
from such an ancestry as the early colonial settlers and United
Empire Loyalists, or from the loins of settlers of a later
generation, who is not proud of his country and of being
called a British American, is un worth v of his race and the
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land of his birth, and unworthy of having his name classed
with that of the noble Iroquois (Paul Guidon.) There are
pcisons who have acted a less noble part in life's drama,
than the British officer and his wife who settled at Grimross
Neck, and even a less noble part than Paul Guidon, who
have won golden wreaths for their tombs, and since Margaret
Godfrey's name and deeds have been dug from oblivion,
should they be forgotten or the Iroquois tomb go unadorned t

Our past in its three great eras, that of settlement.
Responsible government and union, shows grand steps in the
country's triumphant march. If with decaying sectional
spint, the grand idea of British American independence
takes ho.M of the minds and hearts of the people, this would
be found the gradual power that would impel the country to
its national destiny. As we behold mighty provinces icrming
and splendid cities rising, we begin more fully to realize the
glorious career on which the Dominion has entered, tliese
events should compel, yea they announce a safe, wise and
splendid future.

The few millions who have sprung from those who
founded the colonies, trace back with lineal love their
blood to them. So may it be in the distant future millions
more will look back with pride and trace their blood through
those who formed a nation in peace, to those who founded
the colonies, and to those who formed the union.

We may read of the past, write of the past, and think of
the past. To do so is often profitable ; it is also a pleasure.
But, as we admire the spirit and works of those who have
passed beyond the flood, we should more earnestly prepare

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for the future. " The sleeping and the dead are but pictures."
" Yet, gazing on these long and intently, and often we may
pass into the likeness of the departed, may stimulate their
labors, and partake of their immortality."

** The growing nation, may it prove Dominion of the Good !
And ever stand, in coming years, where Britain always stood,—
The foremost in the cause of right ! upholder of the truth !
The nation which in growth of years grows in the strength of youth !
Then we may cry, with hopeful voice, unto the heavenly powers.
For blessings on our native land— ' This Canada of ours.' "

FINIS.