under windlass in sloop, great storm, lost canoe." She opened the door,
and in stepped Paul Guidon, dressed in the military uniform presented to
him at Halifax, or a similar one, and in his hand a musket. A fire was
made, and Paul was so pleased to once again see his old friends that he
could not sit quiet. He walked up and down the kitchen with a quick
nervous tread, looking like a hero from some field of victory. Margaret
burst out in exclamation, "So it is really you, Paul; you who
accompanied us in our trials, and watched over us in our dangers, and
who, side by side with me, lay on the verge of eternity, while the
roaring of the ocean and the howling of the storm passed along unheeded
by us both." There before them was the brave Chief, (the "Young Lion of
the Woods,") who a few years before, at Fort Frederick, was subdued by
the presence of Margaret Godfrey, where her exhibition of unexampled
fortitude took a deep hold of the very being of the Iroquois and turned
him from an enemy to a friend.

The Indian remained with the Godfreys for a few days, amusing himself
with shooting and assisting in a general the premises. Trouble occurring
among the tribe of which Paul was a sub-chief, he was sent for to
return to the tribe, and at a great war council he was elected Chief in
Thomas' place.

About this time the colonists in New England were beginning to show
signs of dissatisfaction with the Mother land, and some Americans living
along the St. John river were showing signs of discontent, and becoming
agitated over matters in New England. The American sympathisers did all
they could to stir the Indians along the river to revolt.

Paul Guidon did all in his power to soothe their savage breasts, and
soon after returned to Grimross Neck. In a short time the rebellion
broke out, and affairs in New England were fast assuming a most serious
aspect. The rebels in the vicinity of Grimross were fully aware of
Captain Godfrey's firm attachment to the cause of King George the Third.
At length they approached him and tried hard to persuade him to enter
the service of the dissatisfied colonists. The cross-eyed, monkey-faced
character alluded to in a former chapter, was their chief spokesman on
this occasion, and instead of stuttering, as on a former visit, his
words flowed forth as freely and as fast as the waters of a mill-race.
It may be that similar specimens of humanity exist in every age, whose
folly and wickedness seem to be