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 evening of July, the deep feelings that were stirred within her soul seemed to find their natural outlet, as she turned to her husband and said, “this seems like a glimpse of some better world.”  He replied, “it appears as though we are sailing through a land of perfect rest.”  “I trust we are, though we sail through a country peopled with savages.”  She replied, “To-day we beheld the sun in his glory, and strong in his power, now he is departing, but I trust as we continue to sail o’er the ocean of time, guided by the King of Pilots toward a land where glory never fades, and where the True Light never grows dim, our passage may continually be lit up by the reflecting rays of the Sun of Righteousness.”  As she finished speaking a bright light flashed on the starboard shore, quickly followed by the report of a musket.  The