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 distant, in the
hope of securing some person at that place willing 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 pilot, but being
unacquainted with the locality he ran the sloop on a ledge of rocks.
However, the tide coming in she floated off unharmed.

"Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail