The Story of Louis Riel: the Rebel Chief by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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Young Scott was all the while growing more serious, and
even becoming pathetic, which is a sign of something very delicious, and not uncommon, when you are travelling under a bewitching moon, in company with a more bewitching maiden. "I wish I could be with you during the early part of your stay here, for I could do much toward reconciling you to your new life." "And are you not going to stay with us?" Her voice sounded somewhat like a restrained cry of pain. "No Marie, my child, I have to return to the territories." "But that wicked man will work his vengeance upon you." "It is just to meet that wicked man upon his own ground that I go back. It is to thwart him, to cast in my strength on the side of peace, in the interest of those fertile plains, that I return. You do not suppose that this licentious fanatic can ultimately prevail against the will of the people of Canada, against the military force of the Empire of Great Britain. The sovereign of our mighty realm tolerates in no land any dispute of her authority, and this mad uprising will be crushed as I might stamp put the feeble splutter of a bed-room taper. There are without the intervention of outside force at all, enough of brave and loyal whitemen to overthrow this scurvy miscreant; and my immediate task is to do the |
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