Not long afterward she and her boy wandered from post to post and camp to camp until they at last got over among the tribe on the St.
John, where they had made their home among a strange tribe for the past two years.

Her son did not respect the tribe with whom they lived.

He had often told her that these Indians were not pure bloods.

Her son was sixteen years old when taken prisoner at Fort Pitt.

She had always been called Mag, but when any of the tribe addressed her, it was by the not very respectful addition of "Old Mag." Her boy had gone toward the setting sun to be with a party of English officers on a hunting excursion, he had left her in September and would not return for some moons.
Captain Godfrey and his family rested in comparative peace for some weeks, and Mrs.Godfrey drew from Old Mag many stories respecting the manner of life among the various tribes of American Indians.
About one month after the old squaw had been captured, she began to appear exceedingly dull and dispirited.