e called to the
Indian, but he heeded not her cry. She again called, but he had
completely disappeared.

Under such circumstances a less brave woman would have sunk on the spot
in utter despair. She kept on, following as nearly as she could the
track that Paul had taken. She toiled on and on for three quarters of an
hour, but never sighted the Indian. At last she completely lost the
trail. The rocks and uneven ground impeded her progress, and the trees
confused her in the line of march. All traces of a pathway were lost.

She sat down on a large boulder--the children wanted rest, they were
completely fatigued. She judged that they must be nearly two miles from
the canoe. In her distressed situation she contemplated returning to the
shore. To proceed further in the direction she had been going seemed
hopeless. Without a guide she and her children would certainly get lost,
and likely all would perish. Whilst she was thus debating in her mind
what course to pursue, a peel of thunder passed over her head, and large
drops of rain began to fall. The wind suddenly sprang up, and all around
her was growing dark. Her blood quickened in its pulsations, as the
elements were increasing the difficulties of her position. Alone, on a
rocky, stormy shore, with three small children and two others far away
in the arms of an almost unknown savage, what could she do? Where could
she go? She said to herself: "evil seems to follow me closely, and heavy
trouble is continually weighing me down. I am in a strange land, among a
strange race; where will the end be? It may be here." As the above
thoughts were running through her brain, a brilliant flash of lightning
streamed close by her pale face, and for an instant lit up the earth and
sea around. A tree, a few feet distant, was shattered by the flash. Her
children trembled as the thunder shook the solid ground. She delayed no
longer, but determined at once to start back in the direction of the
canoe, and taking each of the smaller children by the hand, with Charlie
following, she pointed for the shore.

The rain descended in torrents; the thunder roared, and the lightning
flashed. Through the terrible storm Mrs. Godfrey pressed on, buoyant
with a hope that all might turn out well. As she was staggering from
rock to rock with the little ones pitching and stumbling along at her
sides, now and again almost blinded and bewildered by the lurid
lightning, she felt as one amid the crash of worlds.