The Story of Louis Riel: the Rebel Chief by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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Without stores we can do nothing. Fort Garry is worth
our having just now, but we must move circumspectly in getting possession of it." So it was ordered that his followers should proceed in twos and threes, as if on no special mission, to the desired point. Presently, Governor McTavish saw in the shadow of the fort the rebel leader and a number of followers. "We are desirous of entering," Riel said. "Wherefore?" enquired the Governor. "We cannot tell you now," was the reply; "it is enough for me to say that a great danger threatens the fort." Without further explanation, the feeble-willed Hudson Bay officer permitted the rebel and his followers to enter. "Huzza!" they all shouted, when they found themselves inside the stockades, and glanced at tier upon tier of barrels of flour, and pork, and beef, and molasses; and upon the sacks of corn, and the warm clothing, and better than all, upon the arms and ammunition. "I am at last master in Red River," Riel said to one of his followers. "My men can fight now, for here we have at once a fortification and a base of supplies." Just a few words with reference to Mr. McDougall, and I shall dismiss him from these pages. He lived quietly at |
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