"What tidings?"
"C"est accompli. The court-martial has found the prisoner guilty; and he is condemned to be shot at one o"clock this day."
"Monsieur is expeditious! Monsieur is zealous. C"est bon, c"est bon; merci, Monsieur." And the miscreant walked about delirious with the exuberance of his gratification.
Then he came over to where his adjutant stood, and shook his hand; then he thrust his fingers through his hair, and half bellowed, his voice resembling that of some foul beast.
"La patrie has reason to be proud of her zealous son,"
and he again shook the hand of his infamous lieutenant.
Then with a very low bow M. Lepine left the room, saying as he departed,
"I shall endeavour to merit to the fullest the kindly eulogy which Monsieur President bestows upon me." The news of Scott"s sentence spread like fire around the settlement. Some believed that the penalty would not be carried out, while others declared that they thought otherwise.
"If this prisoner is pardoned, people will begin to treat the sentences of the Provisional Authorities as good jokes. Riel must be aware of this; therefore Scott is likely to suffer the full penalty." Several persons called upon the tyrant, and besought him to extend mercy to the condemned man, but he merely shrugged his shoulders!
"This prisoner has been twice rebellious. He has set bad example among the prisoners, a.s.saulted his keeper, and loaded the Provisional Government with opprobrium. I may say to you, Messieurs, however, that I have really nothing to do with the man"s case. In this time of tumult, when the operation of all laws is suspended, the Court-Martial is the only tribunal to which serious offenders can be referred. This young man, Scott, has had fair trial, as fair as a British Court-Martial would have given him, and he has been sentenced to death. I a.s.sume that he would not have received such a sentence if he had not deserved it. Therefore I shall not interfere.
There is no use, Messieurs, in pressing me upon the matter. At heart, I shall grieve as much as you to see the young man cut off, but his death I believe necessary now, as an example to the hundreds who are desirous of overthrowing the authority, which we have established in the colony." The pet.i.tioners left the tyrant with sorrowful faces.
"My G.o.d!" one of them exclaimed, "it is frightful to murder this young man, whose only offence is resistance to probable insult from his debased, half-breed keeper.
Is there nothing to be done?"
No, there was nothing to be done. The greasy, vindictive tyrant was lord and master of the situation When Riel was alone, he began once more to walk up and down the room, and thus mused aloud:
"I shall go down to his cell. Perhaps, if I pretend that I will spare his life, he may tell me where resides Marie.
"Yes," he was sure that he would succeed, "I shall get his secret by promising pardon; then I will spit upon his face and say "die dog, I"ll not spare you."" So forth he sallied, and made his way to the cell where the young man sat in chains.
"Well, malignant tyrant, what do you here? Whatever your business is, let it be dispatched quickly, for your presence stifles me. What dishonourable proposal have you now to make?"
"Monsieur Scott, it seems to be a positive pleasure to you to revile me. Yet have I sought to serve you;--Yea, I would have been, would now be, your friend."
"Peace; let me hear what it is that you now propose?"
"You are aware that it is ordered by Court-Martial, of which, I was not a member, that you are to be shot at one o"clock this day? It is now just forty-five minutes of one. I can spare your life, and I will do it, upon one condition."
"Pray let me hear what dishonour it is that you propose?
I ask the question now, for the same reason that I made a similar query during my first incarceration, out of a curiosity to learn, if possible, a little more of your meanness and infamy."
"And I reply to you as I answered before, that I shall take no notice of your revilings, but make my proposal.
I simply ask you to state to me where Jean and his daughter Marie have taken up their abode?"
"Where you will never find them. That"s my answer, villain and tyrant, and now begone."
"Perhaps you imagine that the sentence will not be carried out. I ask you to choose between life and liberty, and an almost immediate ignominious death."
"I care not for your revenge, or your mercy. Once more I say, get you gone." Then the ruffian turned round, rushed at the chained prisoner, and dealt him a terrific kick in the side, after which he spat upon his face.
"She shall be mine!" he hissed, "when your corpse lies mouldering in a dishonoured traitor"s grave." The young man was chained to a heavy table, but with a sudden wrench, he freed himself, raised both arms, and was about bringing down his manacled hands upon the tyrant miscreant --and that blow would have ended the rebellion at Red River,--when Luc burst into the room, seized the prisoner, and threw him. While his brute knee was on the young man"s breast, and his greasy hand held the victim"s throat, Riel made his escape, and turned back to his own quarters.
As for poor Scott, when the tyrant, and the brutal guard had left the cell, he began to pace up and down, sorely disturbed. All along he had cherished the hope that the tyrant would be induced to commute the sentence to lengthy imprisonment. But the diabolical vengeance which he had seen in the tyrant"s eye now began to undermine his hope of life. Some friends were admitted to his cell, and they informed him that they had pleaded for him, but in vain.
"And do you think that he will really perpetrate this murderous deed?" he asked.
"Most a.s.suredly he will; and now nothing remains for you but to prepare to meet your doom like a true man. You are not the first who has suffered in like manner in a cause which history will ever a.s.sociate with your name.
The tyrant who prevails over you, will not triumph for long. Ignominious will be the atonement that he must pay.
But you have to show that for the sacred cause of loyalty you know _how_ to die. You have made your peace with G.o.d, and there is nought then that you have to fear. You sorrow at going alone, leaving all the world after you, but we go hence too, in a little; and every hour the clock tells, yields a thousand souls to eternity."
"Ah, my friends, this is all true, but I am young, and I had cherished one very sweet hope."
"This has been the fate of tens of thousands."
"I should not have shrunk from death six months ago, had he set me up as a target for his half-breed murderers.
I should have uttered no word of repining, but it is different now: O G.o.d, it is very different."
All hung down their heads. They were vainly trying to hide their tears.
"And even for myself, under the new condition which has arisen, I would not care. It is because of _her_--because of my pure, beautiful love, my Marie, whom this fiend has so persecuted, that I cannot look upon my doom with calmness. I had thought that there was such a happy future in store for us, for her and me, when this tumult was ended!" Then he took paper and pen and wrote a letter, which, when he had sealed it, he gave into the hands of the clergyman.
"That address must be known only to one," he said. "It is not safe to post the letter anywhere in Canada; but, as a dying request, I ask that you have it put in the post at Pembina."
"I shall with my own hand deliver it. I shall set out to-morrow."
"May G.o.d, sir, send you comfort in your affliction. Pray remain as long as you can with my darling;--tell her, for it will help her better to bear the blow, that I was cheerful, and that I said I had no fear but that she and I would meet it heaven, and that when I went there I would pray to my G.o.d in her behalf every day. She has no token of mine. Take this ring and give it to her, and my scarf-pin, which in her sweet, childish fancy she used so to admire. Tell her that I died--I have told her in my letter--but repeat it to her, with my heart full, O so full! of love for her."
There was now a rude bustling at the door; the rusty key was plied, and with a harsh scream the bolt flew back.
Then the evil-looking Luc entered, followed by five or six others, all of whom were partially intoxicated.
"Your hour has come, young man," he said, in a brutal voice. "Let us be going."
"My G.o.d, this is a cold-blooded murder," poor Scott said, turning to Mr. Donald A. Smith and the Rev. Mr. Young.
Then he bade good-bye to the visitors and to his fellow prisoners, and walked forth with the guard closely accompanied by Mr. Young. Before they got outside the prison door the miscreant leader said,
"Stop a moment." Then taking a white handkerchief he tied it round the victim"s eyes. Regarding it for a moment, he said, "That will do, I guess. Here, two of you men, take him by the arms." During this time the prisoner was engaged in deep prayer, and remained so till he reached the place of execution. This was a few yards distant, upon the snow, where a coffin had been placed to receive his body. Addressing Mr. Young, he said:
"Shall I stand or kneel?"
"Kneel," the clergyman answered in a low voice.
"Farewell," [Footnote: I get the details of the execution from a report of the occurrence by Hon. Donald A. Smith.
The extract is likewise to be found in Captain Huyshe"s Bed River Expedition, pp. 18-19.--The Author.] he said, to Mr. Young, then "My poor Marie!" While these words were upon his lips there were several rifle reports, and this high-spirited, sunny-hearted young fellow, fell backwards into his coffin, pierced by three bullets. Mr.
Young returned to the body but found the victim was still alive. He groaned several times and moved his hands; whereupon one of the party approached with a pistol and discharged it into the sufferer"s face. The bullet entered at the eye and pa.s.sed round the head. Then the body was straightened out in the coffin and the lid nailed down.
The whole affair was so revoltingly cruel that it is with pain one is obliged to write about it. It is said, and upon authority that there is little room to question, that even after the cover had been put upon the coffin, the young man was still heard to groan, and even to cry.
Mr. Young then asked that he might be permitted to take the body and give it interment in the burying ground of the Presbyterian Congregation, but his request was not granted, and a similar favour was refused to the Bishop of Rupert"s Land. The body was taken inside the Fort where Lepine declared it was to be buried; and where an actual burial did take place before a number of spectators.
The coffin, afterwards exhumed, was found to contain only stones and rubbish. What the fate of the body was no one has since discovered, but it has been conjectured that it was taken during the night by Riel"s bloodhounds and dropped through the ice into the river.
Mr. Young was faithful to his pledge. On the following day he set out over the bitter, snowy wastes for Pembina, and thence through storm, and over pathless stretches he held his way till he reached the settlement where abode Marie and her father.
She was sitting at the window-pane thinking of her lover when the stranger pa.s.sed; and she opened the door to the clergyman"s knock. There could be no mistaking who this girl was, and the clergyman"s heart was numb as he looked upon her.