At length Mrs.Godfrey and her children reached the side of the canoe.

There calm and unmoved amid the storm, she knelt, she wept, she prayed.

The waters of Fundy were heaped into angry billows, and dashed their spray over the mother and children assembled round the altar on the shore.

Darkness began to throw its sable mantle over land, rocks and bay.

Margaret was suddenly started, she thought she heard the sound of a voice coming through the gloom.