When they returned to the wigwam all within was darkness and gloom.

Margaret and her children were paddled to the sloop by Paul.

He was invited to spend the night on board the little vessel, but declined to do so.

Margaret then took him by the hand, and, as she drew him toward her, he placed his hand upon her shoulders and cried aloud, "Mother!" "Mother!" She led him to the canoe, he got into his little bark and was soon sailing away towards his lonely dwelling-place, where it may have been the spirit of old Mag kept watch that night over the wigwam and her boy..