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tiring drive in the rain and sleet, when the ferry manLouis Riel's lieutenant-governor,
Fisher by name refused to cross us at the South Branch of the Saskatchewan, how thankful we were to turn back to the
comfortable INDIAN GRAVE (AERIAL).
house of old
Batoche for witb “ You done well; keep on,” the night—the house that held so prowhich is the key-note to any amount minent a place in the history of this of chaff that is apt to cool bubbling, rebellion.* Here, after laying aside misplaced enthusiasm.
our soaking garments, we passed upAnd then came news from the stairs, and landed in a long, wide hall, north of the awful massacre at Frog with bedrooms opening off which, after Lake; of the dear friends whom we having slept on the hard ground so had so lately left besieged at Battleford; how our old friend, Captain Dickens (son of the author), “Little Charlie" as he was familiarly styled by his brother offi. cers, was shut up at Fort Pitt with a handful of men, and cut off in every way from assistance ; and how our gallant old Colonel and his brave little band were shut up in Prince Albert—"Gophers in their holes” the newspapers dubbed them, but we knew better, and that they were merely obeying orders like good soldiers. Then there was the terrible fight at Duck Lake, where so many were killed and wounded. Then followed the burning of old Fort Carlton.
How little we thought when, only a short time before, traversing this quiet, peaceful-looking northern district, that it would speedily be the scene of terrible bloodshed. And after our long,
*I may bere remark that it was in this house that Capt. French was shot. Dashing into the building, reckless of life, in quest of Riel's prisoners, he received a bullet in his breast while passing a window. His last words were : "Don't forget, hoy, that I led you here !” Close behind him was Colonel Williams, who, in company with others, entered a neighboring building, wrenched open a trap door and released the white captives.
travellers, all this display lost its vulgarity, and appeared bright and cheerful. Old Batoche personally did the honours, and while we were awaiting supper, proudly exhibited the contents of a large cupboard at the end of the room.
First of all a bandbox carefully lifted down disclosed within a lovely sealskin cap, a purchase from "the Hudson's Bay Store”; then came a case with
huge meerschaum pipe, presented by “The Company”; and last, but not least, two beautiful China dinner sets, for which he had paid, he with much dignity informed us, $90 and $150, respectively. Both were brought into use in my honour, one for supper and the other for breakfast, though it is perhaps needless to add all the dishes were not required, since the meals were alike. They consisted chiefly of those two staple deli
cacies, boiled pork and many nights, with their feather beds potatoes in their jackets. I felt very and piles of soft Hudson Bay blan- much tempted to eat the latter halfkets, looked the very personification of breed fashion, on the wide blade of my rest and comfort. Off this hall was the knife, after fruitless endeavors to ballarge drawing-room, with its upright ance even the smallest portion on the horsehair chairs and sofas plaeed end of two-pronged fork. With stiffly at respectful distances against what pride the old man showed us the wall, with a gaily painted and sug- his treasures, little dreaming, I dare gestive-looking spittoon in front of say, how short a time they were to be each. Then there was the centre his, for instead of joining the other table, with its gay, bright covering," breeds,” he remained loyal and his and big glass water pitcher and gob- place was looted while he was away lets—for ornament only; the lace cur- trading for furs. tains stretched to their full length and Loyalty was at a premium those days, breadth, lined with turkey-red cotton hence I may speak of old“ Moosomin, to show off the pattern. But to tired a Cree chief who went about with a
A MOUNTED POLICE OFFICER.
tattered Union Jack draped over his hearing a “How ?" I looked up to see shoulders, to show that he and his a young brave standing in the doorhad no sympathy with the followers way. I happened to be wearing a of Louis Riel. And there was also dress with bright buttons, which lat“Crowfoot,” the head chief of the ter took his eye, for putting both Blackfeet, peacefully disposed, but hands on my shoulders, he said, “ Oh! who had hard work to keep his young Expesonia !" (lovely, beautiful), and by braves in order. He often declared signs conveyed the information that he he could not answer for his followers would like them cut off for his benefit. after the first shot was fired. They This I told him was impossible, but if were very busy making arrows all he would wait on the doorstep I would this time, and had sent their women get him some others, as I happened to and children to a distance, evidence have some of very gay character in that they were spoiling for a fight. my button box; and he was so pleas
One day when alone in my quarters, ed thereat he offered a dollar bill in
come in and suggested they should go to the store and get a plug of tobacco all around, I fancy they would have remained until everything in the house was devoured.
One of these warriors, White Calf” by name, was covered with wounds which he delighted in showing, and describing how he had broken off the feathered ends and pushed the arrows through his body to remove them ; indeed, he could have gotten rid of them in no other way, since if an attempt was made to withdraw thein, the sharp, flat, iron point would instantly become detached and remain imbedded in the flesh. Their bows, too, were beautifully made, often being covered with rattlesnake skin as a sort of charm, and decorated with scalp locks. These were the weapons they were preparing, and possibly they were counting our scalp locks at the time, when came tidings of the battles of Fish Creek and Cut Knife, where so many brave men, who have since gone to rest, took partColonel William Herchmer, then Superintendent in the
N.W.M. Police, afterwards AsFIGURE ON VOLUNTEERS MONUMENT IN QUEEN'S
sistant Commissioner; Capt. Short, of B. Battery, who so
heroically lost his life at Quereturn. All Indians, however, were bec; and where our well-known friend not so civil; they often used to come “Paddy” Bourk (bugler) was killedin with the demand “Nook-se-so-kit” poor Paddy! (give me food). On one occasion I Following the battles of Cut Knife had quite a tea-party ; no less than and Fish Creek came news of that five chiefs, in full war paint and fea- glorious charge and grand victory at thers, walked into my sitting-room Batoche, speedily followed by the reand, seating themselves on the floor turn of our troops. What excitein a half-circle with rifles across knees ment there was the day they arrived, as if they intended to stay, intimated not only in barracks, but throughout refreshments would be agreealde, to all the country round! Every one turnwhich, when supplied, they did full edout to meet and escort them in, every justice.
husband had not available old “ cayuse” was in requi
sition, and even a dog belonging to a great success. And the big one of the absent ones was dressed in dance we had in their honour,-and full regimentals and rode out on the that supper !—even our dusky friends gun carriage to meet his master. had some part in the latter. Will And what a noise that old gun did any one who attended that ball ever make when it reached the top of the forget it? Even the very violins
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TABLETS FROM VOLUNTEERS MONUMENT, TORONTO.
hill !_“the boys” could not load fast themselves seemed to enter into the enough to satisfy their ardour. We spirit of the affair. The sky bad had no band then, but everyone con- cleared, the storm was past, and whitesidered it a solemn duty to do his winged peace brooded again over the best in the way of making a noise, fair North-West. and this part of the celebration at least
Bertie W. Antrobus.