"She is my poor old mother," he replied, "she has been sick long time, since last winter, got bad fall and almost stiffened with cold." "She fast going away from her Paul." Margaret noticed the old woman's lips moving, she put her ear close to the squaw's mouth and heard her say in a whisper, "Me Mag!" Mrs.Godfrey, completely surprised, laid her head upon the dying woman's bed.

The shawl, a red and black plaid, she had given old Mag at Grimross.

Now it was used for her dying pillow.

The old Indian woman fairly worshipped it in her days of health and strength.

And the ring was also presented to old Mag while a prisoner at Grimross.