After little Mag had once more poured the contents of her shoes down the neck of Margaret, and Mrs.Fowler had steadily rubbed her temples and wrists, she opened her eyes, looked wildly about, and then sat up supported by her companion.
She then commenced to speak in a low weak voice.

Mrs.Fowler, listening attentively, heard her say, "Forever honored be this spot of earth: Here 'Old Mag' departed this life.

Here her son Paul, that most noble spirit of the woods, who when I was weary, distressed, and a wanderer, broken in everything but spirit, poor in all but faith and courage: Here! Here! Paul took refuge, and my husband, my children and myself rested.

Never shall that day be forgotten by me.

I shall always look back during my life, and when I get to that other home, I shall, too, look back to this sacred spot with unabated affection and regard.