Mrs.Fowler noticing the stupor of her companion and her pallid features, asked her if she felt ill.

She did not reply.
Little Mag, for such was the name of the handsome squaw, ran down to the river side, filled her moccasins with water and tripping back, she poured the contents full in the face of Mrs.Godfrey.She went again and again to the river, filled her moccasins and poured the water over Margaret's face and temples.
Jim Newall, who was sitting in his canoe a few yards distant, seeing the woman lying on the ground, came up and proposed to carry her to the wigwam two hundred yards distant, or under the shade of some trees near by.

The latter proposition was acted upon.

Jim, Mrs.Fowler and Little Mag, carried Margaret to a shaded spot a few yards away.

They all sat down beside her, as she lay stretched and apparently lifeless upon the ground.