“He then went to where the tribe was living and remained some weeks, being very tired and weary.  Pere Thoma, taking a great fancy to his red jacket, offered to canoe him down the river to his old camping ground if he would give him the coveted garment on their return.  Paul consented to do so.  One fine morning they started from Grimross Neck and paddled all day down the river, occasionally resting on the banks of the stream.  It came into his (Paul’s) head, on the way down that Pere Thoma was the cause of the Godfreys’ misfortunes, and he suddenly felt that the spirit of “Old Mag” (his mother) called upon him to kill Thoma.  The burning of the house, the escape of his mother from the flames, the driving away of the English people, the great storm on the bay, his first sight of the pale-faced woman at Fort Frederick, the parting with her at Halifax, all these events recurred to his mind in an instant and went like a flash through his brain.  His head seemed to dance like the canoe on the water, then the canoe appeared to whirl round and round.  He got so dizzy he could scarcely see, and was afraid that he would fall overboard.  He felt something touch him on the shoulder like a dip from the wing of a bird.  He had his musket in the canoe, it was loaded.  He suddenly pulled in the paddle and then grasped the musket.  It was “Chief Mag,” and he pointed it at Thoma who was sitting in the stern of the canoe.  He fired and Thoma rolled overboard and sank.  Paddling on he arrived at his old camping ground near the mouth of the river.  The wigwam was still standing but very much out of order, he sat in it till daylight and then visited his mother’s grave.  After returning to the camp as he felt sad and faint, he took his musket and wandered off in search of game.  He spent the remainder of the day near the resting place of “Old Mag,” at night he went to the camp and there slept.  In the morning he got into the canoe and paddled off up the river, arriving at Grimross he went on shore and started at once by trail for Quebec, where after two moons he arrived carrying Chief Mag with him.  Here he was much in request by the military, who detained him for three winters accompanying them on their hunting excursions.  During the latter part of the last winter, while shooting with some officers on the borders of Acadia and Quebec, he met an old Indian by the name of Joe Paul moving West with his family.  From him he learned that the pale-faced people were again living and trading at Grimross.  Paul told the officers that he must go back to the St. John.  They were not inclined to release him, until he had accompanied them back to Quebec.  Yielding to their entreaties he returned with them, remaining a few days.  Just before he left Quebec, there was a great stir among the military.  It was rumoured that war was impending, and the officers tried hard to persuade him to remain and share with them the fortunes of war, if they should be ordered to take part in the fighting.  He said he could not stay, but promised the officers, as he put on a new red jacket they had given him, that he would never fight against the British soldiers.  As Paul came to this part of his narration he looked straight at Margaret Godfrey and continued, (it is given in his own words) “all Paul want to make him British soldier be pale face and little hair.”