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.