"Her name was Marie Loskiel, and she told us that she was the widow of a Scotch fur trader, one Ian Loskiel, of Saint Sacrament." There was another silence, as though he were not willing to continue.
Then in a quiet voice I bade him speak; and he spoke, very gravely: "Your mother's religion and Guy Johnson's were different.

If that were the reason she would not marry him I do not know.

Only that when he went away, leaving her at Edward, they both wept.

I was standing by his stirrup; I saw him--and her.
"And--he rode away, Loskiel....

Why she tried to follow him the next spring, I do not know....