Averaging forty miles a day, Dumont and his party wind through the Cypress Hills, the haunt and hiding place of whisky runners and smugglers. Eventually he crosses into the States near Fort Assinniboine, Montana. The party knows to follow the Missouri River to where it meets another river called the Sun. Now Gabriel must worry about avoiding the U.S. Army patrols and Indians who don’t know his reputation. Indeed, the story goes that Gabriel and his group come across a group of Gros Ventres who’ve not traded with the Métis before. But in Gabriel’s forthright and charismatic way, he talks his way out of paying for passage through the tribe’s land.
Early on the seventeenth morning, on June 4, with spring now in full bloom, Gabriel and his emissaries ride into Saint Peter’s Mission, a small and poverty-racked community of mostly Blackfeet. Finding the man they’ve come for proves easy in such a little place. An old woman informs the travellers that Louis Riel is attending mass, his daily custom. Dumont asks her to go into the church and tell Riel of the visitors who need to speak to him urgently. If Dumont is nervous about meeting this man upon whom the Métis of Canada have decided to pin their hopes, he knows not to show it.
Looking back into history, into the past, invariably leads to disagreement. Some say that Dumont and Riel had already come across each other during the Métis struggles in Manitoba in 1870, fourteen years before. Others say that Dumont and Riel had never met in person but had only corresponded through one or two letters of support Dumont had asked others to write on his behalf and then sent to Riel those many years ago.
What does appear clear from the works of prominent Canadian historians like George Woodcock and Maggie Siggins is that when Riel, a black-bearded man with the intense eyes of a prophet, emerged from the church, he did not recognize Dumont. And according to Woodcock, Dumont’s pre-eminent biographer, Riel approached and took Dumont’s hand in his own, saying, “You seem to be a man from far away. I do not know you, but you seem to know me.”
If these words hurt Dumont, again he does not show it. Instead, Gabriel replies, “Indeed I do, and I think you should know me as well. Don’t you know the name of Gabriel Dumont?”
It is only now that Riel’s eyes spark with recognition. Every Métis knows the name of one of their great hunters and chiefs. After a couple more pleasantries, Riel informs the men he needs to return to mass, pointing out the way to his cabin where his wife, Marguerite, will offer them something to eat.
Later that day, Riel listens as Dumont and his companions explain the concerns of the Métis back in Canada. The federal government has been sending surveyors, and as they all know so well, when surveyors appear they are hated and feared more than locusts on the horizon because outsiders hungry for land soon follow. Although the Métis have settled in the areas around places like Batoche and Saint-Laurent for many years, even generations, the government refuses to recognize the Métis’ stake in their own land, is in fact telling the Métis that their way of allotting land in the Red River style won’t be recognized. In the eyes of John A. Macdonald, the Métis are nothing more than squatters.
The buffalo are all but gone, and the Métis desperately need the basic insurance of their small plots for subsistence farming. But the prime minister refuses to even admit he’s received their many petitions. Clearly, the government has no qualms about ignoring the Métis and their land, culture, and rights. The government hopes that if it ignores the Métis problem long enough, the problem will cease to exist.
Dumont, despite his illiteracy, is a wise man. He knows that Riel will recognize how history seems to repeat itself. Doesn’t all of this sound so similar to what happened in Manitoba fourteen years before? The Métis’ rights are trampled, the authorities expect them to behave sheepishly and accept their lot (or lack thereof), and the work of nationbuilding can resume, government and big business—in the form of the Hudson’s Bay Company—marching ever westward, hand-in-hand.
But a decade and a half ago, grounded by his deep faith in Catholicism and backed by the determination of his people not to be trodden upon, Louis Riel made a stand for the Métis. The government eventually, stubbornly, recognized that if Manitoba were to be admitted as a province of the confederation, it would be wise to accept the Métis’ petitions and grant them some parcels of land. To try to quash this belligerent group of half-breeds, inflaming along the way relations with the Indians and the Québécois alike, didn’t make the sense that acquiescence did.
The price of resistance proved high for Riel, though. Despite eventually being voted into Parliament as a member, he was so hated by the English Protestants that a bounty was put upon his head by no less a figure than the premier of Ontario. A quiet and sour deal with John A. Macdonald banishing Riel from Canada followed. And like an Israelite prophet, Riel has wandered the northern border of the United States from Vermont to Minnesota to Montana ever since, dreaming of his return to his own promised land.
This repetition of events separated by fifteen years, this back-and-forth between the Métis and the Canadians, maybe it’s all really a game, like billiards. Shoot straight and leave your opponent with only the options you wish him to have. Force him to scratch then take advantage. But John A. Macdonald refuses to even come to the table, refuses to even admit that Gabriel, the Métis, own their own table. Gabriel understands that when the government hears that Louis Riel has returned from his banishment, it will have to come, will have to play this game of strategy with the half-breeds.
And, smart billiards player that Dumont is, he lays out the table for Riel, then petitions him to come and once again play the game Riel cannot resist. Dumont assumes that Riel hasn’t lost his fire, that his love for his people will dictate that he come back home with Dumont and company to try to leverage the Canadians in the proper way.
Riel’s well-documented answer to the mission’s plea is classic Riel in that to the outsider it sounds bizarre, even a bit mad. But to those who know Riel well, especially in these last years wandering the wilds of America, maybe it makes its own strange sense.
“God wants you to understand,” Riel begins, the four men listening intently at his table, “that you have taken the right way, for there are four of you, and you have arrived on the fourth of June. And you wish to have a fifth to return with you. I cannot give you my answer today. Wait until tomorrow morning, and I will have a decision for you.”
Does Riel’s coyly bizarre response concern Gabriel? If so, he never speaks of it, though Gabriel confesses that he never forgets Riel’s words. At this point, maybe he and company view Riel as a mystic, a man in tune with energies not understood or felt by the commoner. Or maybe some niggling doubt worms its way into the base of Gabriel’s spine, forcing him to question the wisdom of travelling this far to ask a man who might not be totally sane to lead the people to freedom.
Many possibilities must go through Dumont’s mind the rest of that day and that evening as he awaits Riel’s answer. Wouldn’t it be easy to view Joan of Arc as insane? Or any of the Biblical prophets? What about Jesus himself? Not that Gabriel would ever compare Riel to Jesus, for that would be blasphemy. No one can disagree that something hot burns inside Riel, so hot that his eyes themselves, when he speaks passionately, seem to be on fire. And wasn’t it Riel who brought the Métis some justice so many years ago? He is one of the first Métis to be university educated. He is a man of God, and a person who has walked in the great halls of the white man’s power. What other choice do the Métis of Saskatchewan have, this disparate group whose every petition the government ignores? Riel knows the government’s game, and he has proven that he gets results. Dumont and the others can put up with his oddities and rather extreme religious views. It’s a small price to pay for the recognition of their rights. Right? How well must Dumont sleep the night of June 4, 1884, awaiting an answer from this Métis prophet in whose home he rests his head?
At Riel’s request, Dumont joins him at mass early the next morning. Dumont is not especially religious, not by a long stretch, but he
respects the Church and understands its great power in the lives of the deeply religious Métis. Dumont needs the blessing of priests like Father André and Bishop Grandin back home if he is to move forward with the plan of creating a permanent homeland for his people, either within the confederacy of Canada or separate from it. But as of late, Father André, the priest for the parish of Batoche, has been straining against any talk of pursuing rights through anything beyond letter writing. Today, if Riel agrees to come home to Canada, his deep spirituality, Dumont knows, will be as good as any priest’s blessing in calming Métis fears that they might be, in any way, acting against God.
Riel, playing the moment as well as any actor in a stage play, allows tension to build all day before he gives his answer. He finally agrees to come back to Canada with Dumont and company, but only if his wife and two young children can join him. Dumont readily agrees. There’s plenty of room for all in the wagons. Riel explains that he must finish up his teaching at the mission school as he’d made a promise to the children, but this will take only three or four days. Again, Dumont says that this will not pose a problem.
“Fifteen years ago,” Riel says, “I gave my heart to my nation, and I am ready to give it again.” He then sits down and writes a long letter to the men in the room while they stand about awkwardly. When he is finished, Riel hands the letter to Michel Dumas, who is able to read.
Riel, in part, writes:
Your invitation is cordial and pressing. You ask me to accompany you with my family. I could make my excuses and say no. Yet you await my decision, so that all I have to do is to make my own preparations, and the letters you bring assure me that I would be welcomed by those who have sent you as if I were returning to my own family. Gentlemen, your visit honours and pleases me, and your role as delegates gives it the character of a memorable event; I record it as one of the happiest occasions of my life. It is an event my family will remember, and I pray to God that your deputation may be one of the blessings of this year, which is the fortieth of my existence.
Let me speak briefly and frankly. I doubt if any advice I could give you while on this alien soil concerning matters in Canada would be of much use beyond the frontier. But there is another aspect of the matter. According to Article 31 of the Manitoba treaty, the Canadian government owes me two hundred and forty acres of land. It also owes me five lots which are valuable because of their hay, their wood, and their nearness to the river. These lots belonged to me according to various paragraphs of the same Article 31 of the treaty to which I have referred. Directly or indirectly, the Canadian government has deprived me of these properties. In addition, if the Canadian government were to examine the matter, it would soon see that it owes me something more than that.
These claims which I have on the government retain their validity in spite of the fact that I have now become an American citizen. In your interest therefore and in mine as well, I accept your friendly invitation; I will go and spend a little time among you. Perhaps by presenting petitions to the government we shall be able to gain at least something. But my intention is to come back here soon, in the coming autumn.
Most every scholar of Riel has remarked upon the strange internal dichotomy that induced him to at once aggrandize and doubt himself. They also make note of this letter, among many others, for various reasons, often to help support wideranging hypotheses about Riel and his intentions. Some argue that his intentions in 1884 are anything but religious. Instead, Riel sees Dumont’s invitation as a chance to claim what he believes the government owes him. Others argue that Riel has no idea of the hornet’s nest he’s about to stir up, that he expects to visit for only a few months to help create petitions before returning to his exile. Still others argue that the letter reflects the scattered and self-important thoughts of a mentally ill man.
But the men to whom the letter is written see it as something else entirely. As his biographer George Woodcock notes, Gabriel is truly humbled by the ascetic conditions in which they find the great Riel and his family living. The Father of Manitoba, a man who should be housed as comfortably as any politician in his mansion in Ottawa, ekes out an existence teaching poor Indian children to read and write. Riel lives in the spirit of Christ himself, having given up all his worldly possessions for the sake of others. This, in the end, comforts Dumont, reassures him that he has indeed done the right thing in travelling this far to petition this great man who can deliver the Métis justice.
On June 10, 1884, Gabriel and company with Louis and family begin the long wagon ride back to Batoche. The warmth and promise of the approaching summer shines down, and their trip home can be viewed as far more than just a literal one. Through great beauty but also great danger, the Métis travel the path they’d taken not long before, a journey that all of them believe leads them back to their homeland.
CHAPTER TWO
Transformation
In many ways, Louis Riel is a man without a home. Born in Red River near Winnipeg in current-day Manitoba in 1844, Louis is the eldest of eleven children. Red River remains his spiritual home in so many ways, but at the tender age of fourteen, his deeply spiritual convictions are recognized by the powerful Bishop Taché, who talks Louis’s parents into allowing their son to pursue a university education and the priesthood in Montreal. Louis’s relationship with his family, especially his father, is very close, and the decision to let him move so far away is painful for all of them, though his parents must take a certain amount of pride in knowing that their son will become one of the first Métis to be university educated.
Louis is recognized as a very good student, though one prone to dark moodiness, and his years at the Collège de Montréal pass by accordingly. But in 1864, word of his father’s sudden death reaches Louis. This shakes him to his core, and by the following spring Louis has withdrawn from the college and been kicked out of the convent of the Grey Nuns, where he attempted to be a day student. He no longer speaks of becoming a priest. He remains in Montreal, taking on a job as a law clerk, a rather dull profession to which he is ill suited. Over the course of this year, Riel falls for a young woman and wishes to marry her but her parents refuse him, in no small part because he is Métis. Riel’s friends claim that his broken heart takes him to Chicago, where he stays with the poet Louis-Honoré Fréchette and continues to write his own poetry, a passion of his for many years. From Chicago, Riel makes his way to Saint Paul, Minnesota, where he takes on another clerking job.
In 1868, four years after his father’s death, word trickles down of Métis troubles back in Red River. Riel’s mother asks him to return home, and Louis, unhappy with the course his life is taking, agrees to return. His first wandering in the wilderness comes to an end on July 26, 1868.
Back home, Riel finds that an influx of English-speaking Protestant settlers have arrived in Red River, and tensions between these new arrivals, the Indians, and the Métis are on the rise. Despite their long tenure on the land around Red River, the Métis don’t hold clear title to it according to the Hudson’s Bay Company. The Company claims that it actually owns a huge swath of the North-West, a place they call Rupert’s Land, including all of what is now Manitoba. It was given to the Company in 1670 by the King of England, of all people. Now the Company has made a deal to sell Rupert’s Land to Canada, and neither seems to care very much what the Métis might feel. The Métis, not considered white, not considered Indian, these people who speak French, English, and a dozen First Nations tongues, as well as their own hybrid one, Michif, are beginning to feel as if they exist in some netherworld that renders them invisible to the rest of the world.
Back home in the bosom of his tight-knit family, Louis feels more grounded than he has in years. He watches what’s happening around him with the intense eyes of an osprey, sees how more new Orange settlers from Ontario arrive every month, how the Hudson’s Bay Company manoeuvres in its approaching deal with the Canadians, keeping vital information about the sale of land that many feel isn’t even theirs a secret from the Mét
is and Indians.
The Red River Settlement in 1869 has become a vibrant place, an open door to the west, a community of close to twelve thousand and growing. Of those twelve thousand, six thousand are French-speaking Métis, four thousand are English-speaking Métis, and the other approximately two thousand are European and Canadian settlers. Louis witnesses how both the government of Canada and the Hudson’s Bay Company ignore Métis petitions to be involved in any transactions regarding the land upon which they live. And he especially takes note of the arrival of Canadian surveyors on August 20, 1869. They begin to measure and divide parcels of land in the English-style square lots, ignoring the fact that the Métis, long inhabitants of this place, divide the land in the seigneurial way, each lot narrow and having access to the river. Just as importantly, the Métis have created community lots for livestock grazing, a cornerstone of their society that is deeply rooted in their First Nations beliefs of sharing. All of this is what makes sense in this part of the country. It’s clear to anyone who wishes to read between the lines that the Métis will be evicted and thrown to the winds once this deal between the Company and Canada is made.
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