me tell you Indians
on other bank river;" adding strength to the expression by taking her
hand and pointing it to the opposite bank. He then again whispered,
"Fire gun next setting sun, where stop," and then suddenly left her
side, and she saw nothing more that night of Paul Guidon, for such was
the Indian's name.

Captain Godfrey, after his many days of toil and anxiety, slept so
soundly that he did not wake till the sun had risen. As soon as
breakfast was over, and a chapter had been read from an old family
Bible, which had accompanied four generations of the Landers through
this vale of tears, sorrows and joys, and a short prayer read from an
old service book, presented to Captain Godfrey by General Murray at
Quebec, the sloop was got under way and proceeded on her voyage, the
wind being fair and light. The prospect was not one to gladden the
hearts of the voyagers, though the day was fine and sky clear. The
progress was slow. Captain Godfrey was in better spirits than on the
previous day, the quiet night and refreshing sleep had somewhat braced
him up. The children sat on deck during the day, chatting, playing and
singing, while their mother, dauntless and buoyant in spirit, retired to
rest in the little smoke-box of a cabin. She knew that very much
depended upon her behaviour and courage in safely reaching Grimross
Neck. She closed her eyes with the whispered words upon her lips, "I
will follow what I believe to be the path of safety, and I will tread it
with a firm and unfaltering footstep, praise to the Great King who sent
us Paul Guidon in the thick darkness to watch over us from the river's
bank. It brings to my remembrance what I have read in the Book of books,
of Pharaoh's daughter standing at the river's brink and rescuing the
babe, and seeing that no harm befell it."

Little progress was made during the day. An hour or two before the
shadows of evening had begun to fling their leaden mantle around the
sloop, Mrs. Godfrey appeared on deck. Perfect stillness seemed to reign
on every hand; even the little craft appeared to be half asleep, so
lazily did she move along. All above and about stretched the wondrous
beauty of the sky; the deep blue clouds, as the day wore away, becoming
tinged with gold, contrasted in loveliness with the green of earth. Not
a sound was there to stir the perfect stillness except the rippling of
the water against the vessel.

As Margaret sat beside her husband on that lovely evenin