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 replied: "Paul, the mark of that arrow I shall carry with me to
the grave." The Indian continued: "You and children been all dead now
and buried near old Fort if Paul not 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 firmly held
Margaret Godfrey's hand all the time he was 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 friend to 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 Chief's
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.