After a time "Little Mag" fell asleep, and in her dream, as she reclined on a bench, talked in an unknown tongue.

Neither Margaret nor any present could understand a word she uttered.

She appeared to be conversing with some invisible being, invisible, at least, to the pale faces.

It may have been that in that little room there was sweet communion between the widowed squaw and her departed husband.

She said to Mrs Godfrey after she awoke that she thought she saw her husband and heard him say, "Don't worry about Paul." "Happy hunting grounds here." "See you far off." "Far beyond setting sun." He appeared to be speaking to her out of the setting sun.