Arrangements were made for the funeral, and Paul paddled Mrs.Godfrey and children to the sloop and then returned to dig his mother's grave.

Next morning Paul came down to the sloop looking very sad.

He said that he had not closed his eyes during the night.

He sat watching through the long night at the side of his dead parent.
Many of us have heard and read accounts of lonely scenes and lonely spots, but what place could be more lonely and what scene more solemn than that of a lone Indian sitting beside the corpse of his mother in a Nova Scotian forest a hundred and twenty years ago, through the dread hours of a whole night?
What thoughts passed through the brain of Paul Guidon during the weird hours of that night, it may be, will be revealed in eternity.
Mrs.Godfrey and her children again went with Paul to the abode of death.

After landing, Margaret accompanied the Indian to inspect the place of burial.