The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1839-09-03 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

INDIAN RECRIMINATION.—The Sioux and Winebagoes, had been for some time at war, but had agreed upon a temporary cessation of hostilities, when a party of about eight warriors of the former tribe came down to the bank of the river, and saw on the island a Winebago encampment containing eleven persons, all women and children, the men having gone out on a hunting expedition ; the sight of these helpless victims aroused the thirst of the Sioux for blood; and regardless of the truce, they plunged into the river, swam to the island, and commenced an indiscriminate massacre. One heroic boy only escaped ; he drew his little arrow to the feathers, buried it deep in the breast of one of his enemies, then plunging into the thickets, fled, not for safety, but for revenge. Swimming the river, he ran down its eastern bank to Fort Crawford, where his dreadful tale soon drew to 'his side many of his own tribe, who instantly returned with him towards the island, accompanied by a party of soldiers and several officers (of whom my informant was one), who were ordered to use their best endeavours to overtake and capture the Sioux; but in the meantime, these latter, aware of the pursuit that would immediately ensue, completed hastily their murderous work, and scalping all their victims, retreated with their bloody trophies into the wilds of their own territory. When the Winebagoes arrived at the scene of slaughter, their shouts and yells were deafening. Women and children had joined them in great numbers, and mingled their shrieksand lamentations with the revengeful cries of the men. At length they espied the body of the Sioux whom the brave boy had pierced with his arrow ; he was by this time quite dead, but had contrived to crawl a few hundred paces from the encampment, and thus his companions had, in the hurry of their flight, forgotten to carry off his body. The Winebagoes now surrounded it, and prepared to wreak upon it all the indignities which fury and revenge could suggest. The minister on whom the office devolved was a handsome young girl of 18, who was the nearest relative present of those who had been massacred : she stept forward with a countenance calm and unmoved, seized the scalping-knife, divided the bones of the breast with a skill and rapidity which proved that the work was neither new nor unpleasant to her; and tearing out the heart, cut it into small slices, which she presented warm and reeking to the savage men around her, who ate them in gloomy and revengeful silence !—Murray's North America. One of the most odd of all the out-of-the way modes of gaining a living in our metropolis, is that practised by gentlemen who haunt the wine-vaults at the docks. They are understood to inherit from nature an unusually delicate palate, which, with great experience in the characters of various wines, is supposed to qualify them to an unusual degree for making selections of those liquors for intending purchasers. Their living is literally from hand to mouth. They are fee'd by both dealers and private gentlemen to accompany them into the vaults, and give their judgment respecting the wines submitted to them. If they were to swallow any considerable part of what they taste, they would soon lose the power of judging, or doing any thing else. They are scrupulous to discharge from their mouths whatever they take as a tasting ; and yet, it is said, this cannot be done so effectually, but that, in the course of time, their health is affected by their course of life, and they break down at a comparatively early age. The sensations which they experience in the line of their duties, are of a very exquisite nature, and these they describe in a language quite their own—full of fine analogies. One engaged as a witness at a trial, where a cargo of wine was the matter in dispute, avowed his certainty that the wine which was sent was different from the sample, as was contended by the plaintiff. " And how do you know that ?" inquired the opposite counsel. " Oh, it is quite a different wine to my taste. There was a fine farewell flavour about the sample, which the wine sent really wants." A book on his trade by one of these gentlemen would be a pm umatological curiosity. Why, in this age of practical literatin e, does not some one bring out a little gilt-edged tome, entitted " A Gentleman's Adventures is wargh Qf a Pip@ @f Wll4O ree-PcnOeree