Our people keep their pluck,—that is one good thing. On
the 1st of September the nasty little British village called Orange Walk, in British Honduras, was attacked by 150 Ycaiche Indians. fromYucatan. The Indians were well armed and well led by a man called Marcus Canal, and meant to plunder the place and carry off the magistrate for ransom. The only protection of the place is a company of 37 negroes encamped in a stockade, and commanded by Lieutenant Smith, a West India officer. At the moment of the attack, Lieutenant Smith, and the doctor, Mr. Edge, were " tubbing" in their own houses sixty yards from the stockade ;. but they dashed out, the lieutenant in drawers and the surgeon naked, and gained the stockade. Lieutenant Smith, however, was shot right through the body on his way, the bullet sticking in his back ; but nevertheless, though, as he thought, mortally wounded, he stood commanding his men for four mortal hours, and ably seconded by Mr. Edge and a most gallant black serjeant, drove off the enemy, killing Marcus Canal and about thirty Indians. The- remainder escaped into Yucatan, a State nominally part of Mexico. If our readers will just remember that the feat was performed behind a pimento stockade, about as useful against bullets as a deal door, against Indians certain to murder if resisted, but not certain if bribed, and in a climate which made Mr. Edge's costume quite enjoyable, they will with us regret that Mr. Smith bore a name which makes it certain that his gallantry will be forgotten.
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