and, possibly, the penetrating eye of the Iroquois detected
it in her every feature and movement.

The King's schooner arrived at Passmaquaddy in due time, and Paul took
his departure for his native woods. He sent word hack by the captain of
the schooner to Margaret Godfrey that he would watch for her spirit some
evening when he sat by his mother's grave. He felt sure he would see
her there.

In the next chapter Captain Godfrey and family will be followed across
the ocean, and Paul Guidon will be allowed to remain in his native
woods, to fish, to shoot, and occasionally to sit beside Old Mag's grave
and commune with her immortal spirit.

CHAPTER VI.

IN ENGLAND.--THE CAPTAIN AND THE LORDS.

The "Adamante" arrived in England after a rough and stormy passage of
forty-eight days. Captain Godfrey and family suffered severe hardships
on the run over the Western Ocean. Owing to his exhausted funds, Captain
G. was unable to provide his family the conveniences and comforts which
would have rendered the voyage home more agreeable than under the
circumstances it proved itself to be. As it was they suffered severely.
They had no bedding, and found their beaver skins a great luxury to
sleep on. The few pounds that the sale of the sloop brought him were all
expended during his long stay at Halifax while he was waiting for an
opportunity to sail for England.

Margaret Godfrey was as high spirited as she was brave, and would not
condescend to seek assistance from their friends in Halifax. If
assistance was not gratuitously bestowed, she was the last woman in the
world to beg. The family were well cared for while in the capital of the
province (or to put it in Mrs. Godfrey's words) "as well as people
generally are who have honestly lost their all. Our real wants were not
known to the middle and lower classes, and that other class was not
heartily concerned about our future. Governor Campbell, all honor to his
name, secured and paid our passages."

The cabin of the "Adamante" was below deck, it was dark, dingy and
dirty. The bows of the vessel resembled the side of a tub, and the stern
the end of a puncheon cut through the centre lengthways. A passage
across the stormy ocean in the "Adamante" in the winter of 1771-2, in
comparison to one in an ocean greyhound of 1889, would be much the same
as the difference between a ride in an ox-cart and one in a palace car,
both for comfort and speed.

A terrific storm was experien