There in the stillness of a North American forest, on a magnificent autumn day, when the trees were dressed in all their gorgeous loveliness, and at an hour when not even the rustling of a leaf could be heard, death was gradually releasing the spirit of Paul Guidon from its swarthy tenament.

Margaret Godfrey raised her head from off the arm of the Indian, and as she did so, he again whispered, “me soon be on hunting ground behind setting sun, you must come see Paul.”  Mrs. Godfrey, promised him that she would.  He looked at his little wife and tried to move his right hand toward his breast.  She knew what he wanted her to do.  She knelt down, kissed him and took from inside his shirt a book.  It was the old service book.  She handed it to Margaret Godfrey, who opened it and read to Paul, whose eyes were steadfastly fixed on the reader.  As she continued reading, the eyes of the dying Indian gradually closed, and as she, shut the book he ceased breathing.  The spirit of the “Young Lion of the Woods” had taken its everlasting flight.

“Like a shadow thrown
Softly and sweetly from a passing cloud,
Death fell upon him.”

An hour after Paul Guidon had died, Jim Newall, Mrs. Godfrey, Mrs. Fowler and Mag Guidon went to the shore and brought Newall’s canoe to the wigwam.  The dead chief was laid out in a military coat, which he had kept with great care, on his head was an undress cap, and his lower limbs were dressed in dark trousers, and long military or hunting boots coming up to the knee.

Paul Guidon was united in marriage to Margaret Reonadi at Quebec in the summer of 1760, and several military gentlemen were present at the ceremony.  He was dressed for burial in the same suit in which he was married.

Newall’s canoe, on which the body was laid, was draped along the sides with evergreens.  Spruce boughs were laid athwart the canoe forming a bed for the body of the departed hero.  On his breast were placed his bow and arrow, also his moccasins.  The widowed squaw said the canoe would help his soul to cross rivers and lakes on the way to the happy hunting grounds, the arrow would bring down game and the moccasins protect his feet.  When all preparations were completed Newall had arrived back with another canoe.  Mrs. Godfrey and Mrs. Fowler were then taken to the mouth of the river by Jim, where they secured the services of a man named Cock to accompany Newall up the river and assist him in digging a grave.  A person by the name of Farris presented Mrs. Godfrey with a British flag, which he wished displayed at Paul’s burial.

The following morning, according to an agreement, Newall came to the settlement and took Margaret G. and Mrs. Fowler to the wigwam which should hold the noble Paul no more forever.  The British ensign was drawn over the body of the dead Indian.  He lay in a sort of state till next day, the body being viewed by many of the Indians of the district, and also by not a few people from the settlement.