about midnight
He then bade me remember the bad sailors who upset the canoe of a squaw , and wellnigh drowned her little child , and that I had threatened and beat them for it ; and also how I gave the squaw a warm coat to wrap up the poor wet papoose . It was his squaw and child that I had befriended ; and he told me that be had often tried to speak to me , and make known his gratitude therefor ; and that he came once to the garrison at Sheepscot , where he saw me ; but being fired at , notwithstanding his signs of peace and friendship , he was obliged to flee into the woods . He said the child died a few days after its evil treatment , and the thought of it made his heart bitter ; that he had tried to live peaceably with the white men , but they had driven him into the war . `` On one occasion , '' said the sick soldier , `` as we lay side by side in his hut , on the shore of the Sebago Lake , Squando , about midnight , began to pray to his God very earnestly . And on my querying with him about it , he said he was greatly in doubt what to do , and had prayed for some sign of the Great Spirit 's will concerning him . He then told me that some years ago , near the place where we then lay , he left his wigwam at night , being unable to sleep , by reason of great heaviness and distemper of mind . It was a full moon , and as he did walk to and fro , he saw a fair , tall man in a long black dress , standing in the light on the lake 's shore , who spake to him and called him by name . ''