In a minute or two all stood at the opening in the camp.
Paul seemed to hesitate as he led the way inside.

He removed an old blanket which was hanging over the aperture.

Opposite the entrance on the further side of the camp lay a human form stretched on some old grey blankets, that were spread over branches of spruce trees.

The Indian approached the bed and then stooped down and kissed its occupant, and then beckoned to Margaret Godfrey to step forward.

She at once obeyed.
To her astonishment there lay an old squaw with sunken cheeks and eyes.
Over her form was stretched a time-worn grey blanket, and on it laid a wampum belt, and a string of wampum beads, an old plaid shawl supported her head.
Margaret thought that she recognized the shawl as one she had brought with her from Ireland, and wondered how it came there.