comrades fled in fear away from his presence.  But Louis Riel, the “half-breed,” as the boys knew him, bravely went to the couch of his stricken friend, nursing, and bestowing all his attention and affection upon him, and offering consoling words.  It is related that when the last moments came, the sufferer arose, and flinging his arms around Louis’ neck, poured out his thanks and besought heaven to reward him.  Then he fell backwards and died.

Frequently young Riel’s school-mates would ask him, “What do you intend doing when you leave school?  Will you stay here, or do you go out again into the wilderness among the savages?”

His eye would lighten with indignation at hearing the word “savages” applied to his people.  “I will go out to the Red River,” he would reply, to follow in the footsteps of my father.  He has been a benefactor of our people, and I shall seek to be their benefactor too.  When I tire of work, I can take my gun and go out for herds upon the plains with our people, whom you call “savages.”  I know not what you mean when you say “savages.”  We speak French as you do; our hearts are as kind, as noble, and as true as yours.  When one of our people is in affliction the others give him sympathy and help.  We are bound together by strong ties of fraternity; there is no jealousy among us, no tyranny of caste, but we all live in peace and love as the sisters and brothers in one great household.  My eye deceives me if like this live you.  You are divided into envious, brawling factions, each one of which tries to injure, and blight the reputation of the other.  If one of you fall upon evil times he is left without the sympathy and succour of the others.  In politics and in social grades you are divided, and in every respect you are such that I should mourn the day when our peaceable, simple, contented people on the banks of the Red River should in any respect choose your civilization for their model.

He often spoke of a burning desire which he had to be a political as well as a social leader in the Colony of Red River.  He frequently, likewise, muttered dark threats against the overbearing policy and dark injustice of “The Great Monopoly,” as he used to characterize the Hudson Bay Company.  Occasionally he would burst out into passionate words like these: 

“They treat us as they would blood thirsty savages upon the plains.  They spurn us with their feet as dogs, and then they spit upon us.  They mock at our customs, they regard with contempt that which to us is sacred and above price.  They are not even deterred by the virtue of our women.  Now witness, you God who made all men, the white man and the savage, I will, if the propitious day ever come, strike in vengeance, and my blow will be with an iron hand, whose one smiting shall wipe out all the injustice and the dishonour.”

Filled with these sentiments, when his school days came to an end, he packed his portmanteaus and took his way by stage and boat for the region that not many years hence was to ring and shudder with his name.