The wind was blowing stiffly and fair, the little vessel reached along and arrived at her destination at five o'clock in the afternoon.

The anchor was let go between an island and the river's bank.

Thanksgiving and praise were offered on board for past mercies and supplication for continued guidance.

Neither was Paul Guidon forgotten, for Margaret breathed a silent supplication to Him who can soften and subdue the savage breast, to guide, control and direct the life and steps of her benefactor..