"Me Jim," he replied.
Margaret came to the door.

She said, "Are you Jim Newall ?" "Yes, me Jim Newall," he answered gruffly.
Margaret asked Jim how far it was to where he had left his canoe.

"Just few steps," he replied.

"Down among stumps at water edge." Margaret accompanied the Indian, and finding out where the canoe was, told Jim to remain there until she returned, as she wanted to get a few things for the sick man.
Half an hour later Mrs.Godfrey and a Mrs.Fowler were making their way by stumps of trees and over branches, with their arms loaded with things for the sick Indian.

They were soon on board, and then Jim Newall paddled away up stream.
As the canoe slipped along, every spot on the shores seemed familiar to Margaret's eyes, and many sad thoughts flashed across her mind; memories of days never to be forgotten rose in her soul.