It may be that in the near or distant future facts will be brought to light which will prove beyond a doubt that the United States had emissaries in Nova Scotia in 1888 who were paid for their services in Yankee gold.
It will be remembered that the Godfreys, accompanied by their faithful friend Paul Guidon, arrived at Halifax in the “Viper.” Paul remained twelve days with his friend, and then a vessel being about to sail for Quebec, Commander Greaves secured him a passage in her.
But the farewell almost broke the heart of the noble Iroquois, and he wept many bitter tears. Margaret Godfrey was aware of Paul’s desire to gain possession of the old service book, she knew he had longed for it since the day of his mother’s burial, and on bidding him adieu she presented him with the book, saying as she did so, “Paul keep this book, it is from your friend, no doubt you will sometimes be able to get some one to read to you useful lessons from its pages.”
Paul Guidon had frequently told Mrs. Godfrey that he felt a sort of charm come over him whenever his eyes rested on the book, and when he touched it with his hand he imagined he could hear his mother whisper the words, “Paul be good man, and bye and by you will come to me on the sunny plains of the happy hunting ground.”
At Quebec a British officer, becoming greatly attached to Paul, engaged him as a sort of confidential servant, and noticing the Iroquois admiration for the military dress, he had a suit made for him. Indeed, Paul became an especial favorite with all the soldiers of the garrison. Colonel MacLean, with whom the Indian had engaged, had great confidence in him, and frequently trusted him to carry important messages. The Colonel found him to be a most trusty fellow, and occasionally sent him alone to observe the enemy’s movements. Paul was as straight as an athlete and had an eye keen as an eagle’s. He scarcely ever failed in reporting to the Colonel something worth knowing.
On the night of December 31st, 1776, the Iroquois advanced in a creeping position so close to the enemy’s lines, that on his return he was able to state to the Colonel what the enemy were doing, and he told what he had observed in such an intelligent way that the British were prepared to meet and repulse every attack of Arnold and Montgomery on that night. In the attack Montgomery was killed and Arnold wounded.
One night, an exceptionally dark and stormy one, the Indian was sent out to reconnoitre. He lost his way, and getting inside the enemy’s lines, came near being captured. In the dense darkness he crept right up against one of the enemy’s pickets. The sentry fired, and Paul fell flat on the snow quite near the sentry’s feet, the shot passing over the Indian’s head. In another instant Paul had regained his feet, and while the sentry was attempting