The Story of Louis Riel: the Rebel Chief by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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abode, that I may give them my guarantee for their personal
safety if they return to their home--as I understand that through some unfounded fear of me they fled, and I am anxious to stand well in the affections of all my people--I shall permit you forthwith to leave this Fort." "Contemptible villain, liar and tyrant, I will _not_ reveal to you. Begone. By heaven! if you stand there I shall bury my hands in your foul, craven throat." "Take care, Monsieur," was all M. Riel said, as he left Scott's presence. But his eye burned like a fiend's. The agitator, with a spirit of the most devilish rage consuming him, nevertheless went on to forward the general movement. His first great step was against the followers of Colonel Dennis, who had banded together and posted themselves in the house of Dr. Schultz, a very prominent settler. They had gathered here with arms in their hands, but they seemed like a lot of little children, without any purpose. There was no moral cohesion among them, and there was no force either to lead or to drive them. They were not long thus ridiculously impounded, when they began to look at one another, as if to ask: "_Quis furores o cives?_" They were not alone unprepared and undetermined to go up to Fort Garry, and fight the greasy Rebel and his followers, but they were by no means certain as to what they should do were the enemy to come against them. And this is just |
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