over him whenever his eyes rested on the book, and when he
touched it with his hand he imagined he could hear his mother whisper
the words, "Paul be good man, and bye and by you will come to me on the
sunny plains of the happy hunting ground."

At Quebec a British officer, becoming greatly attached to Paul, engaged
him as a sort of confidential servant, and noticing the Iroquois
admiration for the military dress, he had a suit made for him. Indeed,
Paul became an especial favorite with all the soldiers of the garrison.
Colonel MacLean, with whom the Indian had engaged, had great confidence
in him, and frequently trusted him to carry important messages. The
Colonel found him to be a most trusty fellow, and occasionally sent him
alone to observe the enemy's movements. Paul was as straight as an
athlete and had an eye keen as an eagle's. He scarcely ever failed in
reporting to the Colonel something worth knowing.

On the night of December 31st, 1776, the Iroquois advanced in a creeping
position so close to the enemy's lines, that on his return he was able
to state to the Colonel what the enemy were doing, and he told what he
had observed in such an intelligent way that the British were prepared
to meet and repulse every attack of Arnold and Montgomery on that night.
In the attack Montgomery was killed and Arnold wounded.

One night, an exceptionally dark and stormy one, the Indian was sent out
to reconnoitre. He lost his way, and getting inside the enemy's lines,
came near being captured. In the dense darkness he crept right up
against one of the enemy's pickets. The sentry fired, and Paul fell flat
on the snow quite near the sentry's feet, the shot passing over the
Indian's head. In another instant Paul had regained his feet, and while
the sentry was attempting to reload his musket the Iroquois grasped at
him, and in doing so caught him by his hands, which were clasped
tightly around the weapon. The sentry gave a most determined backward
jerk, but Paul held him firmly and then wrenched the musket out of his
hands, bringing with it a ring off the sentry's finger. The Iroquois put
the ring on his own finger and made off at once for the British lines.
In his haste, when nearing the British outposts, he stumbled and fell,
and with such force that he was knocked senseless and lost the ring. He
lay there for some time, and when he had somewhat recovered he found
himself so benumbed with the cold that he could scarcely move hi