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We setteth up a post at Duck Lake. About a week anon, we wast approached by around 100 armed officers and militia. Negotiation wast cutteth short by fire from the officers. After a quick battle, the attackers hadst retreated to Fort Carlton with minimal casualties from both sides. I advised mine men to allow the troops to retreat. The east apace responded. An army of about 3000 troops, mainly militia, wast transported west. Joined by troops from the west, a force of 5000 men wast hath sent to combat the rebellion. Soon, other aboriginal groups and tribes joined the rebellion and the conflict becameth an all-out war. Battles like the one at Duck Lake hath followed, like that of Fish Creek. The Canadian forces hadst organized an attack on our base in Batoche.  After three days of intense fighting, the Métis forces wast overrun. I surrendered on the May 15, and Dumont escaped to Montana. 

In 1885, Saskatchewan Métis hadst no faith in the government and wast not restful of waiting for those folk to doth something. The people of Batoche wanted to taketh arms against Canada in order to receiveth what those gents wanted. I disagreed and arranged a meeting for the 8th of March, 1885. I hath believed that the formation of a provisional Saskatchewanian government would beest the best course of action, but the motion wast hath passed. Instead, the people hath made a document named “The Revolutionary Bill of Rights” guaranteeing ownership of their farmland and other rights of such manner.

In June of 1884, I wast hath asked by the Métis in Saskatchewan to returneth to Canada. thither wast unrest and mine abilities wast required. I arrived in Batoche, with intentions to resume mine life after twas all ov'r. The people thither wast worried about the entitlement of their land. those gents eke wast dissatisfied that the newly hath built Canadian Pacific Railway didst not reacheth those folk. William Henry Jackson and I hath decided to writeth a petition requesting aid from the government. The government didst concur to investigate the problem. This didst not holp the unrest within the Métis, as many of those folk hadst immigrated from Manitoba after similar promises hadst not been fulfilled thither.

II wast finally granted a pardon for mine actions by Alexander Mackenzie. without intention of whether I hath broken any laws or not, I wast glad to beest amnestied and has't the weight on mine chest from mine past beest removed. mine only condition wast to enter exile off of British land for five years. Saying that the next five years in America wast a roller coaster is an understatement. In the beginning of 1878, I beganeth to suffer from severe mental disorders, and wast taken to hospital after hospital. anon, I hath found a group of Métis near Montana and wenteth to liveth thither. I joined the American Republican party and married mine quite quaint wife, Marguerite Monet, eke of Métis descent.  

Mine controversial actions wast dividing Ontario and Quebec. In Ontario, I wast known as the murderer of the “good sir” Thomas Scott. In Quebec, I wast a hero. Guardian Manitoban French culture and Roman Catholic virtues. This sparked a conflict between Canada’s two biggest provinces. MacDonald, wanting to alleviate some of the conflict. that gent wanted me to enter a voluntary exile, and that gent wanted t lacking valor. Trying his best to persuade and bribe me. I didst enter exile but hath returned four months anon to enter federal politics. Luckily, I wast able to gain a seat in a by-election in 1873. Taking the sea wast too risky, so I didn’t. I nev'r hath shown up in fear of being arrested for murder. In February 1874 I wast re-elected in a proper election. ere I could arrive and taketh mine seat, Orange party vaward Mackenzie Bowell swooped in to expel me on some like a stone motion. In September of that same year I manage to receiveth elected a third time, but taking the seat is just so scary! The parliament hadst enough waiting and expelled me again.

Everybody wanted “the evil Louis Riel” dead after what I hadst done. All heads turned to Sir John A. MacDonald for retribution for mine actions. But Sir MacDonald wast smarter than that. that gent wanted to parley. Four lists anon Manitoba hadst now becometh a member of Confederation and our provisional government would not taketh consequences for our actions prior. On May 12, 1870, we becameth the province of Manitoba, notwithstanding the opinions of Sir MacDonald, who bethought that Manitoba and our people wast not yet hath developed far enough. During this time, us Métis hadst the power to establish ourselves as the dominant people of the province. eke entailed within the act wast 1. 4 million acres of land for us, and four seats in parliament. thee see, the federal government wast worried about their control of the western side. With  America at each moment looking to expand and Ottawa being far east, the feds didn’t has't a perfect grasp of the west side. Part of the act wast their hath continued control ov'r unallocated land. Their plan wast to buildeth their Pacific railway hither, to encourage trading and immigration. All wast well, but t didn’t stayeth that way. Soon after our quite quaint province wast flooded with white settlers. Fleets of troops of troops arrived from Ottawa, and the racism towards our land and people wast endless. The land rights for the Métis wast not given until three years after the act, because the land hadst to beest “surveyed. ” The Métis wast only given a small 64 hectares of land on a scrip. Unlike me, however, mine people didst not knoweth about the ways of the western world at which hour t cameth to deeds, wage and writ documents. Not realizing the importance in some useless piece of pap'r, easterners swindled the Métis out of their land scrips. I don’t knoweth whether Ottawa didst this on purpose, or whether twas their incompetence, but in the end, we only received 15 percent of the land that we wast promised. 

T’was the year 1870. Some filthy “Canadians” hadst been arrested and imprisoned. Among those folk wast none other than Thomas Scott. Scott wast vile and vulgar, a displeasure to beest around. Insubordination wast bound to followeth, and such wast what that gent wast executed for. The government didn’t mind. But those filthy protestant rascals didst! Such fibbery. The Toronto Globe coequal wenteth as far as to sayeth I wast the enemy of the country, Queen and religion. Is it wrongful to murder the sir who hadst injured mine guards and his fellow captives? I think not.

Now for a little about mine past. Life wast hard for this little Métis knave. I didst, however, excel at school. Studying in Quebec wast delightful but nothing could best mine quite quaint Métis heritage. In March of 1969, Rupert’s Land wast hath sold to the Dominion of Canada, and in turn, William McDougall. Mine first story is that of December 1969. The founding of the Métis National Committee hath changed mine life. I soon becameth the vaward of the organization.  I apace halted the disgusting land surveys on the 11th of October 1969. Only a month anon we wast able to capture Upper Fort Gary, allowing us to apace becometh the government of the Red River.