ed to Colonel Carleton the noble deeds of Paul Guidon, and of
his loyalty to the king. She told of his death and of the destitute
condition of his young widow.

Some months after Mrs. Godfrey had sailed for home, Governor Carleton
was told that the widow of Paul Guidon was soon to be married. He sent
to a friend of Mrs. Godfrey for information, and found the report to be
true. In a few days the Governor called at the house of the friend and
handed to her three guineas, to be expended for Little Mag's comfort.

This friend Mag usually called in to see when she came to the
settlement. She was told of the Governor's thoughtful kindness. Mag told
the friend to use the money in purchasing her wedding outfit. Not many
weeks later Mag Guidon was married to Jim Newall.

One afternoon the Governor received a note asking him if he would care
to see Little Mag in her wedding costume. He at once replied, naming a
day and hour that it would be convenient for him to receive the bride.

At the appointed time Little Mag and her pale faced friend appeared in
presence of His Excellency, who received them in the most gentleman-like
manner.

The bride, before leaving the presence of Governor Carleton, handed to
him Mrs. Godfrey's address, and asked him if he would send a letter to
her English mother, (Mag), and tell her that little Mag was married to
Jim Newall, and is living on the old camping ground where Paul died.
That Little Mag is happy and loves Jim as she did Paul. The Governor
promised Mrs. Newall that he would send a letter to Mrs. Godfrey. He
took the address and not long after wrote to Mrs. Godfrey, giving that
lady a full account of Little Mag's appearance as she stood in his
presence decked in her wedding garments.

Governor Carleton states in his letter that he never thought of seeing
so handsome a woman among the Indian tribes of America. That he believes
there are ladies in his own country who would almost feel inclined to
forfeit a title or an estate to be possessed of a pair of hands and feet
of the form and size of those of Newall's bride. Nature seemed to have
perfected its work in moulding the form and features of the handsome
squaw. The Governor continues, "She was dressed in a suit of navy blue
cloth, her skirt reaching to within an inch of the tops of her
moccasins. A loose blue cloth jacket, buttoned up in front with brass
buttons, covered her well rounded shoulders and breast. The jacket was
edged with scar