They landed at a point of land, or rather of rocks, where Paul succeeded in catching several fish, which he placed in the bottom of the canoe.  He then proposed to leave the place and proceed further down the shore.  Margaret replied that occasionally drops of rain fell upon her face, and she feared a storm might suddenly spring up and bar their way back to the vessel.  She rather urged the Indian to return, but she saw by his manner that he was inclined to demur to her solicitation.  He said there was a brook a short distance further down the shore, where there was always plenty of good fish.  Mrs. Godfrey finally consented to follow Paul.  He took in his arms the two smallest children, and pressing them closely to his broad chest with his long sinewy arms, was soon skipping from rock to rock like a mountain goat.  The mother and the three other children followed as closely as possible in Paul’s tracks.

After the Indian had gone about a hundred yards, he looked over his left shoulder and appeared satisfied that all was well.  He redoubled his speed and bounded along as a deer, and suddenly turning to the right he made his way up a slope of ground and was out of sight among the trees.

Margaret now began to feel anxious, fearing that after all the trust she had reposed in Paul, he might yet prove unfaithful.  She called to the Indian, but he heeded not her cry.  She again called, but he had completely disappeared.

Under such circumstances a less brave woman would have sunk on the spot in utter despair.  She kept on, following as nearly as she could the track that Paul had taken.  She toiled on and on for three quarters of an hour, but never sighted the Indian.  At last she completely lost the trail.  The rocks and uneven ground impeded her progress, and the trees confused her in the line of march.  All traces of a pathway were lost.

She sat down on a large boulder—­the children wanted rest, they were completely fatigued.  She judged that they must be nearly two miles from the canoe.  In her distressed situation she contemplated returning to the shore.  To proceed further in the direction she had been going seemed hopeless.  Without a guide she and her children would certainly get lost, and likely all would perish.  Whilst she was thus debating in her mind what course to pursue, a peel of thunder passed over her head, and large drops of rain began to fall.  The wind suddenly sprang up, and all around her was growing dark.  Her blood quickened in its pulsations, as the elements were increasing the difficulties of her position.  Alone, on a rocky, stormy shore, with three small children and two others far away in the arms of an almost unknown savage, what could she do?  Where could she go?  She said to herself:  “evil seems to follow me closely, and heavy trouble is continually weighing me down.  I am in a strange land, among a strange race; where will the end be?  It may be here.”  As the above thoughts were running