The rest of Indians ran away.

When gun was fired and house burning, was afraid English woman would kill her.

As soon as could get over dead Indians in door, ran away among trees, and was frightened to come out again till all pale faces went away.

Felt very cold when pale faces went away, wandered back to burnt house, found the blankets, returned with them to woods, got down against tree, put blankets over feet and legs, and remember no more till my Paul woke me next day." As Paul Guidon related his mother's story his face was bathed in tears.
Mrs.Godfrey attentively listened, and at the same time carefully watched every feature of old Mag's face.

When Paul had finished his mother's story, Margaret Godfrey gently raised old Mag's head, and bending over it said, "Poor old Mag this is indeed you." The dying Indian woman tried in vain to move her lips, while her body seemed convulsed.