As a result of this disturbance, the waters have never entirely gone down, and even yet, the tide, which flows twice each day in the Bay of Fundy is seventy feet high. Anyone, by looking at a map of that part of the Atlantic coast, can easily find where Maine joins Canada and locate the Bay of Fundy, which will prove the truth of the story and show what a mighty child Paul really was.

Naturally, the people who had their homes and property washed away buy the great waves which Paul had made, were very angry, and they sent a committee to the Governor to make a complaint.

"Ahem!" said the Governor, who considered himself a very wise man. "More trouble, eh?" and he frowned gloomily at them. "As if I don‘t already have enough to worry me, what with the reports I have to make on this and that, the Indians I must guard against, and all the very important details I have to take care of in getting ready for the ball I am giving to-morrow night. Hrr-r-rump! Tides, is it? And tides are a part of the sea, aren‘t they? So I’ll just pass this little matter over to the Admiral, who is well trained in all sea affairs. Doubtless he’ll be able to stop the tides, if any man can, and locate whatever is causing them."

So it happened, that very same day, that the Admiral got his fleet together, frigates, and brigantines, and sloops-of-war, and set sail to see what it was all about. He was in a very ill humour, indeed, being greatly displeased at having to miss the Governor‘s ball, and he swore to be revenged on whatever or whoever was causing him all this trouble.

He cruised about in his flagship, his fleet following him, but never a cause of the disturbance could he find. And the longer he searched, the angrier he became. At last one of the lookouts up in the rigging of the flagship called down that he saw something suspicious off the starboard bow.