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?" 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 their hands at making a mainsail.

At the setting of the sun Paul returned to his lonely home. The next
morning, before the sun had risen, 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 day 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 _La Tour_ was probably the pioneer work of refitting and
repairing which a century later assumed such gigantic proportions on
both sides of the mouth of the St. John.) Mrs. Godfrey named the vessel