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?"

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. The 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 brighter sun made the river appear like a
winding stream of 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