Mrs. Godfrey, true to the promise she had made to Paul on board the King’s schooner in Halifax harbour, never revealed to her husband the Indian’s feelings of regard toward her. Like a wise woman, she considered it better to let the matter forever rest.
Captain Godfrey presented Paul with the two muskets previous to the Indian leaving Halifax for Passmaquaddy. Paul named one “Old Mag” and the other “Chief Mag,” cutting as he did so an arrow mark in the butt of the latter, and saying “this one my Chief.” The Captain told his wife of the circumstance, and she laughingly remarked that it was a custom among the Indians to name trinkets and presents after the persons who had given them. She believed as Paul had seen her first at Fort Frederick, her name was probably first in his thoughts when accepting the muskets.
One night, in the month of March, 1775, Captain Godfrey and his wife were aroused from their slumbers by a loud and continued knocking at the house door. The night was very dark. The Captain got up, dressed himself, and called his eldest son, (Charlie) a lad of sixteen. They together went to the door, asked who was there, and what was wanted. The answer came ringing back, Paul Guidon. The Captain called his wife, as he did not recognize the voice as that of Paul. She came and said, “Is that you, Paul?” “Me, real Paul, and got Chief Mag with me,” was the answer. Margaret could not recognize the voice as that of Paul. She said to her husband, “it sounds more like the voice of a British officer than that of an Indian.” She lit a candle, and said, “Paul, do you know me?” “Yes, yes,” he replied; “arrow mark on arm, and almost dead with you under windlass in sloop, great storm, lost canoe.” She opened the door, and in stepped Paul Guidon, dressed in the military uniform presented to him at Halifax, or a similar one, and in his hand a musket. A fire was made, and Paul was so pleased to once again see his old friends that he could not sit quiet. He walked up and down the kitchen with a quick nervous tread, looking like a hero from some field of victory. Margaret burst out in exclamation, “So it is really you, Paul; you who accompanied us in our trials, and watched over us in our dangers, and who, side by side with me, lay on the verge of eternity, while the roaring of the ocean and the howling of the storm passed along unheeded by us both.” There before them was the brave Chief, (the “Young Lion of the Woods,”) who a few years before, at Fort Frederick, was subdued by the presence of Margaret Godfrey, where her exhibition of unexampled fortitude took a deep hold of the very being of the Iroquois and turned him from an enemy to a friend.
The Indian remained with the Godfreys for a few days, amusing himself with shooting and assisting in a general the premises. Trouble occurring among the tribe of which Paul was a sub-chief, he was sent for to return to the tribe, and at a great war council he was elected Chief in Thomas’ place.