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 depart. The King's
schooner was soon to sail for Passmaquaddy. 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