Essay About Louis Riel

Conservative politician John Abbott Gabriel Dumont- Louis Riel right hand man
Toronto, Ontario 9991 Baytown St 9990 1101 well ST, Montana territory

November 3, 1892

Dear: Mr. John Joseph Caldwell Abbott

I hold my pen in hand to express my feelings of indebtedness towards you Mr. John Abbott. My name is Gabriel Dumont; I am an anti-European metis scholar and Lawyer. Dexterous at what I do, I became the advisor to Louis Riel and one of his closest friends. I was born in Red River between the years 1847-1849 (my exact birth date is unknown). Throughout my youth people found me to be quite intelligent. I was born to the second in command of the metis national committee. My father was an influential man. I studied law in Scotland, becoming one of the élite to my class. In 1865 I returned to my beloved home Red River. I became good friends with a young man named Joseph Clark; he was the man who introduced me to Louis Riel. Promptly Louis and I became fast friends; I was fascinated by Riels intellect and his skills of persuasion. I learned that my father and Louis’ father had been close friends in the past before my father’s unexpected death. In 1869 Riel had become the metis leader just like his father. I am confident that we the metis in Red River did a substantial deed for the thousands of metis scattered across Ruperts land to Assiniboia. By taking over Fort Garry my people and I had sole control of what had belonged to us for thousands of years,...

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...dint of hard work to please us. However, I and my people will get the retribution that we deserve after you’ve annihilated the greatest leader of our nation. After the second rebellion I went into exile in the United States, they welcomed me with open arms. But I was soon depressed as I missed the sweet scent of Mayflowers blooming in my beloved soil. I missed the fiddle which tells traditional stories through exquisite melody. I missed our fierce flag that illuminated pride through the dark nights and sunlit days, the flag that shined with immoral infinity. I’ve missed the traditional jig dance that was filled with vitality and energy. I’ve waited seven years to enter my beloved country Canada and now I will. And no force shall stop me. Please rethink your decision of refusing my amnesty appeal because when push comes to shove, you will lose.

Yours sincerely,