The party started and travelled north-east, and at length they came to where Fort Pitt now stands, on the Saskatchewan River.  When they had got down below Fort Pitt, they saw three riders, going out hunting.  These men had not seen the war party.  The Blackfeet started around the men, so as to head them off when they should run.  When they saw the men, the Screech Owl got off his horse, and took off all his clothes, and put on his father’s war plume, and began to ride around, singing his father’s war song.  The older warriors were getting ready for the attack, and when they saw this young boy acting in this way, they thought he was making fun of the older men, and they said:  “Here, look at this boy!  Has he no shame?  He had better stay behind.”  When they got on their horses, they told him to stay behind, and they charged the Crees.  But the boy, instead of staying behind, charged with them, and took the lead, for he had the best horse of all.  He, a boy, was leading the war party, and still singing his war song.

The three Crees began to run, and the boy kept gaining on them.  They did not want to separate, they kept together; and as the boy was getting closer and closer, the last one turned in his saddle and shot at the Screech Owl, but missed him.  As the Cree fired, the boy whipped up his horse, and rode up beside the Cree and struck him with his little trapping axe, and knocked him off his horse.  He paid no attention to the man that he had struck, but rode on to the next Cree.  As he came up with him, the Cree raised his gun and fired, but just as he did so, the Blackfoot dropped down on the other side of his horse, and the ball passed over him.  He straightened up on his horse, rode up by the Cree, and as he passed, knocked him off his horse with his axe.  When he knocked the second Cree off his horse, the Blackfeet, who were following, whooped in triumph and to encourage him, shouting, “A-wah-heh’” (Take courage).  The boy was still singing his father’s war song.

By this time, the main body of the Blackfeet were catching up with him.  He whipped his horse on both sides, and rode on after the third Cree, who was also whipping his horse as hard as he could, and trying to get away.  Meantime, some of the Blackfeet had stopped to count coup on and scalp the two dead Crees, and to catch the two ponies.  Screech Owl at last got near to the third Cree, who kept aiming his gun at him.  The boy did not want to get too close, until the Cree had fired his gun, but he was gaining a little, and all the time was throwing himself from side to side on his horse, so as to make it harder for the Cree to hit him.  When he had nearly overtaken the enemy, the Cree turned, raised his gun and fired; but the boy had thrown himself down behind his horse, and again the ball passed over him.  He raised himself up on his horse, and rushed on the Cree, and struck him in the side of the body with his axe, and then again, and with the second blow, he knocked him off his horse.