He remained, and all were soon at work.  The children picked over the oakum, the Captain fitted the rigging, and the Indian and Mrs. Godfrey tried their hands at making a mainsail.

At the setting of the sun Paul returned to his lonely home.  The next morning, before the sun had risen, he was once more on board the sloop.  The day was a lovely one, and similar work to that of the previous day occupied the attention of all The following day the vessel was hauled to high water mark on the island, there to be overhauled and caulked.  Captain Godfrey had brought a supply of necessary tools for the work from Passmaquaddy.  The Indian came down each morning from his wigwam and assisted until the sloop was ready for sea, (The repairing of the little vessel La Tour was probably the pioneer work of refitting and repairing which a century later assumed such gigantic proportions on both sides of the mouth of the St. John.) Mrs. Godfrey named the vessel La Tour, because, she said, that was the original name of the fort that sheltered herself and her children during Captain Godfrey’s absence at Annapolis Royal.

At length everything was ready, and the morning to weigh anchor came.  A stiff breeze blowing up the harbour caused a delay in sailing.  The morning was so wet, and the wind blew so hard, that Paul Guidon did not venture out in his canoe, but he came down by land, and quite early in the day stood upon the shore opposite where the sloop lay.

Margaret was first to notice him.  She thought that she never saw him look so handsome as when he stood on the right bank of the harbour that morning.  She called her husband, and pointing toward the shore said:  “Look at that noble form at the water’s edge.  It looks like a statue standing on a line between the water and the woods!”

Captain Godfrey rowed to the shore and took Paul off to the sloop.  He remained on board but an hour, promising as he left to return in the morning if the storm abated.

Captain Godfrey had decided to sail for Halifax via Passmaquaddy.  The morning was fine and the wind fair.  Paul was on hand bright and early.  Margaret said to him, “Paul, in an hour we shall sail away from here, and perhaps I shall never see you again on earth.”  These words seemed to almost paralyze the Indian, and for a while he appeared unconscious of everything that passed.  His canoe was tied alongside the sloop.  Captain Godfrey hauled up the anchor.  Margaret asked the Indian if he would go with them as far as Passmaquaddy.  He made no reply.  He sat down on the deck and covered his face with his hands.  Captain Godfrey said to him rather sternly, “Paul, we are now on our passage, if you are going to leave take your canoe and go.”  He made no reply to the Captain.  The sloop was slipping down the harbour and had passed the lower island before the Indian seemed to recognize his situation.  He looked wildly first at the shore, then on the other side at the great waters, and burst into a flood of tears.