s stamped all the Captain's dealings. He remarked to
a friend, that he had again attempted to do business in the colony, and
said he: "with the spirit of a true British soldier, I mean to do or die
in the attempt, and my dealings with both the white and red man shall be
guided by the dictates of an honest conscience. I hope I shall succeed."
He felt almost certain that the dark plots and devilish crimes of the
Indians would never have occurred had Paul Guidon been near him. He
would often say to his wife: "I wonder where Paul has gone?" Since his
arrival at Grimross he often made enquiries as to Paul's whereabouts,
but none of the tribe on the St. John appeared to know where he was. Six
months had elapsed since his arrival and yet he had received no tidings
of the brave Iroquois.

Mrs. Godfrey, true to the promise she had made to Paul on board the
King's schooner in Halifax harbour, never revealed to her husband the
Indian's feelings of regard toward her. Like a wise woman, she
considered it better to let the matter forever rest.

Captain Godfrey presented Paul with the two muskets previous to the
Indian leaving Halifax for Passmaquaddy. Paul named one "Old Mag" and
the other "Chief Mag," cutting as he did so an arrow mark in the butt of
the latter, and saying "this one my Chief." The Captain told his wife of
the circumstance, and she laughingly remarked that it was a custom among
the Indians to name trinkets and presents after the persons who had
given them. She believed as Paul had seen her first at Fort Frederick,
her name was probably first in his thoughts when accepting the muskets.

One night, in the month of March, 1775, Captain Godfrey and his wife
were aroused from their slumbers by a loud and continued knocking at the
house door. The night was very dark. The Captain got up, dressed
himself, and called his eldest son, (Charlie) a lad of sixteen. They
together went to the door, asked who was there, and what was wanted. The
answer came ringing back, Paul Guidon. The Captain called his wife, as
he did not recognize the voice as that of Paul. She came and said, "Is
that you, Paul?" "Me, real Paul, and got Chief Mag with me," was the
answer. Margaret could not recognize the voice as that of Paul. She said
to her husband, "it sounds more like the voice of a British officer than
that of an Indian." She lit a candle, and said, "Paul, do you know me?"
"Yes, yes," he replied; "arrow mark on arm, and almost dead with you