“When the Assiniboins saw that their fire was returned, they retreated about three hundred paces, and an irregular firing continued, during which several people from the neighborhood joined the ranks of the Black-Feet. While all this was passing, the court-yard of the fort exhibited very singular scenes. A number of wounded men, women, and children, were laid or placed against the walls; others, in their deplorable condition, were pulled about by their relations, amid tears and lamentations. The White Buffalo, who had received a wound at the back of his head, was carried about in this manner, amid singing, howling, and crying. They rattled the schischique in his ears, that the evil spirit might not overcome him, and gave him brandy to drink. He himself, though stupified and intoxicated, sung without intermission, and would not give himself up to the evil spirit. Otsequa Stomik, an old man of our acquaintance, was wounded in the knee by a ball, which a woman cut out with a penknife, during which operation he did not betray the least symptom of pain. Natah Otarm, a handsome young man, was suffering dreadfully from severe wounds. Several Indians, especially young women, were likewise wounded. A spectator alone of this extraordinary scene can form any idea of the confusion and the noise, which was increased by the loud report of the musketry, the moving backward and forward of the people, carrying powder and ball, and the tumult occasioned by about twenty horses shut up in the fort.” Our illustration, a most spirited and vigorous representation of Indian life and character, gives a view of the attack made upon the sleeping Black-Feet early in the morning. It is eminently characteristic of Indian warfare, and affords an admirable specimen of the fierce encounters so frequent among the savage sons of that remote wilderness. * * * * * THE FISHER BOY JOLLILY LIVES. A GLEE, FOR FOUR VOICES. WORDS BY ELIZA COOK.—COMPOSED AND ARRANGED BY W. R. WRIGHT. [Illustration: musical score page 1] [Illustration: musical score page 2] First Verse: Merrily, oh! Merrily, oh! The nets are spread out to the sun; Merrily, oh! The Fisher boy sings, Right glad that his labour is done, Right glad that his labour is done. Happy and gay with his boat in the bay, The storm and the danger forgot; The wealthy and great may repine at their state, And envy the Fisher boy’s lot. Chorus: Merrily, oh! Merrily, oh! This is the burden he gives, Cheerily, oh! Though the blast may blow, The Fisher boy jollily lives, The Fisher boy jollily lives! Second Verse: Merrily, oh! Merrily, oh! He sleeps till the morning breaks; Merrily, oh! at the sea gulls scream, The Fisher boy quickly awakes. The Fisher boy quickly awakes.