It was to return to his home at once.
Margaret said to him, "Paul do you want me and the children to go with you ?" He bowed an assent.
All hands were soon on board the canoe and in a few strokes of the paddle the homeless emigrants were sailing toward the rapids.

The tide was running up and the long sinewy arms of Paul, as he plied the paddle, made the little bark fairly leap along.

The rippling of the water was all that broke in upon the stillness of the morning.
The steep, rugged country on either side the mouth of the St.John was dressed in deepest green, tall and noble trees lined both banks.

The clear bright sky and the brighter sun made the river appear like a winding stream of silver with borders of emerald.

Her admiration of natural beauty, she had herself confessed more than once during the voyage to Grimross.
While Mrs.Godfrey was drinking in the beauties of the scenery, and meditating on the loneliness that reigned supreme among the hills, the canoe touched the shore.