We give a simple translation of the bard's effusion: PIERRE FALCON'S SONG. Come listen to this song of truth! A song of the brave Bois-brules, Who at Frog Plain took three captives, Strangers come to rob our country. When dismounting there to rest us, A cry is raised--the English! They are coming to attack us, So we hasten forth to meet them. I looked upon their army, They are motionless and downcast; So, as honor would incline us We desire with them to parley. But their leader, moved with anger, Gives the word to fire upon us; And imperiously repeats it, Rushing on to this destruction. Having seen us pass his stronghold, He had thought to strike with terror The Bois-brules; ah! mistaken, Many of his soldiers perish. But a few escaped the slaughter, Rushing from the field of battle; Oh, to see the English fleeing! Oh, the shouts of their pursuers! Who has sung this song of triumph? The good Pierre Falcon had composed it, That the praise of these Bois-brules Might be evermore recorded. CHAPTER XI. THE SILVER CHIEF ARRIVES. The scene changes to the home of the founder of the Colony. The Earl of Selkirk is living at his interesting seat--St. Mary's Isle, and letter after letter arrives which has taken many weeks on the road, coming down through trackless prairie, across the middle and Eastern States of America and reaching him via New York. These letters continue to increase in being more and more terrible until his island home seems to be in a state of siege. St. Mary's Isle lies at the mouth of the Dee on Solway Frith, opposite the town of Kirkcudbright. Here in 1778 Paul Jones, the so-called pirate in the employ of the Revolutionary Government in America, had landed, invested the dwelling with his men, and carried away all the plate and jewels of the House of Selkirk. The Old Manor House of St. Mary's Isle, with its very thick stone wall on one side, evidently had been a keep or castle. It was at one time given to the church and became a monastery, then it was enlarged and improved to become the dwelling of the family of the Douglasses, which it is to this day. But now the far cry from Red River reverberated across the Atlantic. The startling succession of events of 1815 reached the Earl one after another. It was late in the year when he made up his mind, but taking his Countess, his two daughters and his only son, Dunbar, a mere boy, and crossing the ocean he heard, on his arrival in New York, of the complete destruction by flight and expulsion of the people of his Colony. About the end of October he reached Montreal, but winter was too near to allow him to travel up the lakes and through the wilds to Red River.