CHAPTER V

BUSINESS IN THE LAND OF INDIANS

Orders from Ottawa had disposed the Mounted Police into four different

locations, although, as we have seen, the fourth had become only

necessary at Dufferin, because there was neither shelter nor adequate

provision for headquarters at Fort Pelly. But, when we look back into

the situation, we can readily see that the Assistant Commissioner,

Colonel MacLeod, had the most difficult and dangerous situation of all.

They had all reached their destination after tremendous hardships, the

Edmonton detachment perhaps most of all. But the three detachments,

namely those at Edmonton under Jarvis, Fort Pelly under Garvell, and

Dufferin under the Commissioner, had shelter and reasonable provision.

But MacLeod was out in the open with the winter coming on and no shelter

from the blizzards that blow at times even across that foothill country.

He was hundreds of miles away from any possibility of help in men or

substance from Canadian sources, and he had only three troops of fifty

men each in the midst of a turbulent gang of outlaw whisky-peddlers and

horse-thieves. He was completely surrounded by thousands of the most

warlike of Western Indians, with some thousands still more warlike just

over the line. Perhaps it was well that he hailed from the land where

they say, "A stout heart to a stey brae," because, if a figure of speech

from the sea is permissible on the prairie, he and his men knew that

they had "burned their ship behind them," and that they must hold their

ground or perish. They proved equal to their task, but a sketch or two

from the reports of that period reveal the situation even to those who

do not know the country. Colonel MacLeod decided that he could not hope

to pull the horses and cattle through the winter in the locality where

he was making his headquarters, so he dispatched Inspector Walsh and the

weakest of the horses and cattle to Sun River, some 200 miles to the

south. Walsh was evidently on the look out for service, for MacLeod

says, "Walsh was anxious to be sent, and he deserves great credit for

the way in which he is performing this service." In another place

MacLeod says about November 1: "We had a severe snowstorm, with high

wind and extreme cold, the thermometer going to 10 degrees below zero.

When the storm broke I had all the horses driven into the shelter of the

woods near by; every one blanketed and fed with oats and corn. Then I

was extremely anxious about them, and glad they got through so well."

The righteous man is merciful to his beast, even though the beast is

Government property. And then we come across this fine human touch in

which the emotional nature of the Highlander breaks through: "I hope

soon to have ample accommodation for all if another storm breaks out. I

have made up my mind that not a single log of men's quarters shall be

laid until the horses are provided for, as well as a few sick men." If

the dumb animals cannot speak for themselves, the Colonel speaks for

them. If the men who are laid aside cannot plead their own cause they

will not suffer, for the Colonel does not forget them. And MacLeod is

early teaching his officers that he will have no "carpet knights," who

claim immunity from hardship because of their rank, for he goes on to

say, "Then the men's quarters will be proceeded with, and after that the

officers'." We think the officers would all say amen to this, and that

is why they always had the confidence of their men. By the time it was

20 degrees below zero they had got the men inside buildings with enough

chimney to allow a fire to be kindled. But officers were still on the

waiting list, for the report says in December, "Winder, Jackson and the

doctor are in a tent in the woods."

With officers and men of that stamp we hear no whining about being

unable to enforce the laws of the country. And it was no easy place to

enforce laws of certain kinds. The whole region around Fort MacLeod, as

the necessarily crude outpost was called, being conveniently near the

boundary line, had been for years the favourite stamping ground of the

whisky-peddler. There had been no one to interfere with his activities.

The Hudson's Bay Company regime, never very active in that locality, had

been out of commission for four years, and nothing had taken its place.

For Canadian authority, governing in a long-distance fashion, had not

yet impressed itself visibly on the vast plains. Hence the outlaw trader

had gone his riotous way, and as a result the poor Indian, who had an

insatiable thirst for stimulant, had lived riotously to his own great

detriment.

And so, busy as the Police were in trying to build some shelter for

their horses and themselves, Colonel MacLeod lost no time striking a

body blow at the liquor traffic. Hearing from an Indian named Three

Bulls that a coloured man was doing business in fire-water about 50

miles away, MacLeod sent Inspector Crozier and ten men, accompanied by

the inimitable interpreter, Jerry Potts, to gather in the outfit. Two

days afterwards Crozier returned, bringing in the coloured gentleman and

four others with some wagon-loads of whisky, a small arsenal of rifles

and revolvers, as well as many bales of buffalo robes, which the

whisky-sellers had taken from the poor Indians in exchange for the drink

that was so fatal to these children of the wild. The whisky was poured

out in the snow, the robes were confiscated for the good of the country,

and the culprits given the option of a fine or jail. This process

revealed the headquarters of the traffic, for a sporting man, rejoicing

in the sobriquet of "Wavey," came up from Fort Benton, in Montana, and

paid the fines of the white men. There was an extra charge against the

coloured man, whose name was Bond, and as "Wavey" would not intervene

Mr. Bond had to go to jail. MacLeod would stand no nonsense. On one

occasion, a gentleman from the same country as Bond, who was sent to

jail without option, and who had in his own locality contracted the bad

habit of talking back to judges, said to Colonel MacLeod, "When I get

out of here, if you put me in, I will make them wires to Washington

hum." "Let them hum," sad the Colonel; "in the meantime you go to jail,

and if you say more you may have your sentence doubled."

This was a Daniel come to judgment with a vengeance. To be more modern,

it reminds one of Begbie, the great frontier judge on the west coast,

who tamed the outlaw miners who tried to start rough-house in the

gold-rush days. The dishonest extortioners on the prairie could do

nothing to frighten or flatter or tamper with men like Colonel MacLeod

and his red-coated patrols. Hence, we read the sequel in the Colonel's

report in December, 1874: "I am happy to be able to report" (happy is a

choice word--there are some things that make a good man happy)--"to be

able to report _the complete stoppage of the whisky trade throughout the

whole of this section of the country_, and that the drunken riots, which

in former years were almost a daily occurrence, are now entirely at an

end; in fact, a more peaceable community than this, with a very large

number of Indians camped along the river, could not be found anywhere.

Every one united in saying how wonderful the change is. People never

lock their doors at night and have no fear of anything being stolen

which is left lying about outside; whereas, just before our arrival,

gates and doors were all fastened at night, and nothing could be left

out of one's sight." And then Colonel MacLeod adds a testimony from the

Rev. John McDougall, of Morley, at the edge of the mountains. He and his

father, the Rev. George McDougall, who had been frozen to death on the

plains, were widely known old-time missionaries. In later years I knew

John McDougall well, missionary, scout and frontiersman, tall,

full-bearded, handsome and keenly alive to everything that affected the

welfare of the West land. And this competent witness said, "I am

delighted with the change that has been effected. It is like a miracle

wrought before our eyes." The Police were fulfilling their high,

benevolent and patriotic mission.

Colonel MacLeod felt that the first business of the Police was to thus

protect the Indians who were the wards of the nation, and so it was that

he had struck a decisive blow at the drink traffic, which was bidding

fair to exterminate these children of the plains. Once that was done the

Colonel set himself to get into touch with the various native tribes,

which from the earliest days of the explorers and fur-traders had been

looked upon as the most warlike and dangerous. It is well known that

even the Hudson's Bay Company, despite the experience and the remarkable

tact of their employees, had always found it difficult to establish

satisfactory relations with the tribes, amongst which at this period

Colonel MacLeod and his men were seeking a sphere of service for the

good of all concerned.

Accordingly, we find MacLeod reporting before the end of 1874 that he

had interviewed the chiefs of the practically confederated tribes of the

Bloods, Piegans and Blackfeet. He found them very intelligent men, and

he described in some detail the stately ceremony with which these chiefs

had conducted themselves in these interviews. They shake hands with

Colonel MacLeod, and then, receiving the pipe of peace from the

interpreter, Jerry Potts, they each smoke a few seconds and pass it

around. MacLeod then explains to them the friendly attitude of the

Canadian Government towards them, that the Police had come not to take

the country from the Indians, but to protect these Indians against men

who would despoil them and destroy them by sowing amongst them evil

practices. And he adds that the Government would send soon some of the

great men of the country to deal with the Indians and make treaty

agreements with them.

At these early interviews the chiefs gave unstinted praise to the

Police, before whose coming there had been constant trouble. The Indians

said they used to be robbed and ruined by the whisky-traders, that their

horses, robes and women had been taken from them, that their young men

were constantly engaged in drunken riots and many were killed, that

their horses were stolen, so that they had no means of travelling or

hunting. All this, the chiefs said, had been changed by the coming of

the Police. One chief, in the graphic way by which they gesture in

accord with what they are saying, crouched down and moved along with

difficulty, and then stood up and walked. "Before you came," said this

chief to the Colonel, "the Indian had to creep along, not knowing what

would attack him, but now he is not afraid to walk erect."

And so that first winter wore on with steady work on the part of the

Police, who, while seeing that the Indians had every protection afforded

them, also helped them to understand that they also had to observe the

laws of the land. In view of the general situation amongst the Indians

and the proximity of part of the North-West Territory to the boundary

line, on the other side of which there was almost continuous warfare

between the Government and the Indians there, posts were established now

at several points all over the vast area that the Mounted Police had to

control and guide. In some respects perhaps the most notable event in

the spring of 1875, was the sending of Inspector Walsh with "B" Division

to the Cypress Hills country, where a fort was built, named after this

active and venturous Inspector. And this Fort Walsh became the centre

around which for several years the Indian problem, in its various

phases, surged backwards and forwards in varying force, but sometimes

within dangerous possibility of becoming a tidal wave of destruction and

death. There is no finer chapter in Canadian history than the one in

which a mere handful of officers and men of the Mounted Police, with

endless patience, unflinching courage and consummate skill in open

diplomacy, kept the peace in an area larger than several European

kingdoms, and within whose precincts thousands of warlike and well-armed

Indians composed the reckless, restless and roving population. Years

afterwards, when the first Canadian railway had crossed the continent

away to the north, and conditions were entirely changed after treaties

had been made with the Indians and reserves allotted to them, Fort Walsh

was abandoned and dismantled, as it had served its purpose. A peaceful

ranch now occupies the site, but though the debris of the old fort is

strewed on the plain, the record of the men who made their headquarters

there and in similar places is an imperishable bulwark and citadel in

the life of our Dominion. Other posts were established about this

period, such as Fort Calgary, Fort Saskatchewan, Battleford, Carlton, in

what is now Northern Saskatchewan, Qu'Appelle in Saskatchewan and Swan

River, an early post, Shoal Lake and Beautiful Plains in the northern

section of Manitoba. All of these had their influence on the progress of

the West, but none had in the pathfinding days the halo of romance that

centred around Fort Walsh.

In the year 1875 Major-General Sir E. Selby Smith, who commanded the

Militia in Canada, made a tour of inspection throughout the Dominion and

spent some months under escort of the Mounted Police travelling from

Swan River to the far West. He was most favourably impressed by the

physique and initiative of the men, commended the work that had been

done, suggested the increase of the Force and the opening of some new

posts, but there were many items in the report which revealed that a man

cannot know the life and the needs of a country by making a trip through

it. Perhaps the best thing in his report was where he said: "Too much

value cannot be attached to the North-West Police, too much attention

cannot be paid to their efficiency." The men on the ground knew the

value of the Force and were taking good care that it would be efficient

to the last degree.

It was at the time of this tour that a fort projected by Colonel MacLeod

to be erected somewhere midway between Fort MacLeod and the Red Deer

River was built by "F" troop of the Mounted Police. It was erected near

the Bow River and for a time was known as Fort Brisebois, after the

officer commanding the division at the time. The name got into orders

once or twice but without authority, and Colonel MacLeod put an end to

any controversy over it by calling it Calgarry, after his birthplace in

Scotland. Our Western mania for shortening names and thereby sometimes

breaking with the historical past led to the cutting out of a letter and

leaving the name in its present form. But the present city of Calgary,

with its great buildings and its distinctive place within sight of the

Rockies, has a definite background of early police history which has

done much to shape her destiny.

In the seventies changes were taking place in the system of government

in the North-West Territories that had pronounced influence on the

future of the country in ways closely associated with police history.

Heretofore the vast territory over which the Police had oversight had

been governed from Manitoba by the Lieutenant-Governor of that Province,

assisted by a small body of men called the North-West Council. But

government at long range is not more successful than diplomacy of the

same variety, and it was becoming evident that some visibility should be

given to control in the North-West Territories that stretched from

Manitoba to the Mountains and from the boundary to the Pole.

Accordingly, in 1876 the Hon. David Laird was appointed

Lieutenant-Governor, with a small Council to assist him consisting of

Colonel MacLeod of the Police and Matthew Ryan and Hugh Richardson,

Stipendiary Magistrates. Ryan was a man of considerable literary power,

and Richardson became prominent as one of the trial judges in the cases

of Riel and the other rebel leaders some years later.

[Illustration: SITTING BULL. Famous Sioux Indian Chief.]

[Illustration: COLONEL JAMES WALKER (CALGARY) The oldest survivor of

those who were commissioned officers during the great march of 1874.]

David Laird was a Prince Edward Islander of great stature and

gentlemanly bearing. He was of imposing appearance, and had the grace of

easy speech with a good voice. Fearless in his general attitude, he had

withal a fine genius for diplomacy, and came to have a remarkable

insight into the Indian mind. The Indians, who prefer giving men names

that describe some outstanding characteristic, christened Laird as "the

man who talks straight," or, in other words, the man who tells the truth

and sticks to it. Few people, perhaps, nowadays know the obligation this

country owes to men like Governor Alexander Morris, of Manitoba, and

Governor David Laird, of the Territories, for the extraordinary success

with which they and their faithful native interpreters, backed and

flanked by the fair-minded Mounted Police, dealt with the Indians. The

impressive scarlet uniform of the Police somehow or other came to be

recognized by the Indians as a sign royal of friendship. Once when

Inspector Walsh with several men was riding into a camp of American

Indians who had crossed to this side in the winter time, with his dark

blue overcoat lightly buttoned and the men in their great coats, the

Indians, thinking they were American cavalry, met them with levelled

rifles and angry faces. Walsh was not the kind of man to halt for that,

and would probably have paid the penalty for his devotion to duty, had

not one of the troopers, catching the situation, thrown his overcoat

open and disclosed the scarlet tunic. In a flash the Indians lowered

their rifles--they recognized their friends. Little wonder that Morris

and Laird and the other treaty-makers were grateful for the high

standing of these stalwart riders of the plains.

This matter of the Indian treaties deserved some special notice, because

it is not well understood by people outside this country and because it

is closely connected, as already intimated with the story of the Mounted

Police. It is inevitable in the progress of human history that higher

civilizations should supersede the lower. Wherever the contrary has been

the case and a lower civilization overran the higher the movement of

humanity was retrograde. Hence, if the Indian type of civilization in

Western Canada was to be superseded by the British type and this change

effected without injustice and hardship for the original dwellers in the

country, the Government of the Dominion must proceed by process of

treaty. By this we mean that the Government had at the same time to

conserve the rights of the Indian and secure to them both a place of

residence and means of subsistence by a system of reserves and money

payments, and also had to so extinguish the Indian title to all lands

outside their reserves as to enable incoming settlers to enter upon

these lands and possess them on fulfilling certain conditions. That the

Government of Canada, without regard to political party, has through all

the years been more successful in these undertakings than the Government

of any other country is generally conceded. This success has been due in

part to the wise leadership of governors and commissioners and native

interpreters. But we reiterate what every one knows who has studied the

real history of this country at first hand, namely that this success was

due in a very large degree to the presence of the Mounted Police who

became from the first in the eyes of the Indians the embodiment of

genuine friendship and British fair play.

The earliest Indian treaty in what is now Western Canada was made by

Lord Selkirk, whom the Salteaux Indians in the Red River Country called

"The Silver Chief," because for sterling gifts he obtained from the

Indians for his colonists a strip of land extending back as far as one

could see a white horse on the prairie in a clear day. That was a

primitive method of measurement and depended somewhat on the

individual's power of vision, but with a vast unpeopled land stretching

a thousand miles to the setting sun no one raised questions about a few

acres more or less. Later, when the country was beginning to fill up,

greater care had to be exercised. Indians, though apparently stoical and

unemotional, are in reality very sensitive and keenly susceptible to

anything that looks like oversight or slight of them and their rights.

The year 1876 witnessed the retirement of Colonel French from the

Commissionership of the Mounted Police. He had wrought hard in the

critical tasks that fall to the lot of the foundation builder, but

desired to return to his duty in the regular artillery service in

England, where his eminent contributions to the Empire have been duly

recognized. Colonel French, who retained to the end a warm interest in

the Police, was succeeded in the Commissionership by Colonel James

Farquharson MacLeod, who had already done such outstanding work during

the long trek to the West and in getting to definite police duty at the

key-position of the whole work in the foothill country. It was a tribute

to MacLeod's work that he was appointed also to aid Governor Laird in

the delicate work of making the treaty with the most difficult tribes in

the North-West to handle. Treaties had been made with the Indians who

had been most in contact with civilization in the more easterly

districts of the Lake of the Woods, Lake Winnipeg and the Qu'Appelle

Lakes. But the most imposing spectacles and the most difficult situation

began to arise when the Governors, flanked by the brilliant scarlet of

the Mounted Police, came to the farther North-West where the Indians

retained much of their native dignity and barbaric splendour.

This point was reached when Commissioners Governor Morris, Hon. W. J.

Christie and the Hon. James McKay came to Fort Carlton to negotiate with

Mistawasis, the great chief of the Crees, and his friend Ahtukahcoop. An

interesting preface to this treaty was a threat made by a rascally

Indian, Chief Beardy, of Duck Lake, who said that he would not allow the

Commissioners to cross the south branch of the Saskatchewan River to

come to Carlton. This information was imparted by Lawrence Clark,

Hudson's Bay Factor at Carlton, to Inspector James Walker, who had

arrived from Battleford with fifty Mounted Police the day before that on

which the Commissioners were to arrive. Walker (now Colonel Walker, of

Calgary), a man of commanding stature and strong determination, at once

decided to take a hand in the proceedings. Initiative has always been

characteristic of the Police. They were often miles away in distance

from and worlds away in chance of communication with, any superior

officer, and so they early developed the powers of resource which had to

come into play in emergencies. Hence Walker, seeing the situation, swung

out with his troop, in the small hours of next morning and hit the trail

for Batoche. On the way he overtook the band of Indians with Chief

Beardy. Walker paid no attention to them, but simply passed them and

continued on the way. These Indians rarely indicate surprise, but this

was the surprise of their lives, and they showed it in spite of

themselves. They evidently did not calculate on the presence of the

force in that part of the world, and to have these stalwart red-coated

riders come up from the unexpected direction was too much even for their

impassiveness. When Walker met the Commissioners farther on, he told

Governor Morris of the situation and then, wheeling his men, formed a

scarlet escort around the carriage. When they met Beardy he was in a

repentant mood and shook hands with the Governor. But this disorderly

Chief would only sign the treaty in his own camp. Not long afterwards

Inspector Walker with two constables had to go to Duck Lake and face

this same chief and a band of his insolent warriors and prevent them

from looting a store at that point. Still later we shall find the

incorrigible Beardy on the war-path with the rebels Riel and Gabriel

Dumont.

The treaty, known generally as "Number Six," was duly made at Carlton by

Governor Morris and the other Commissioners, with a noted half-breed,

Peter Erasmus, as the capable interpreter. Those present who had not

been accustomed to the plains witnessed a spectacle of wild splendour,

as preceding the treaty, over a thousand Indians, brilliantly and

fantastically painted, chanting a weird song, firing rifles, exhibiting

marvellous horsemanship, beating drums and giving strange yells,

advanced in a semi-circle near to the Commissioner's tent. All this was

preparatory to the famous dance of the stem, where the chiefs,

councillors and medicine men seated themselves on buffalo robes and a

beautifully decorated pipe with a long stem was produced. This was

carried around the semi-circle, then raised towards the heavens and the

stem pointed in turn north, south, east and west. With more stately

motion the Indians moved towards the Council tent, where they were met

by the Commissioners who took the pipe and one after the other stroked

it gently to indicate that they reciprocated the peaceful approach of

the Indians.

The Commissioners present with Governor Morris at this treaty and others

deserve special notice. The Hon. W. J. Christie was a famous Hudson's

Bay Company Factor. When in January, 1873, the Ottawa Government

appointed a North-West Council to act with Governor Morris in governing

the far hinterland towards the mountains, Mr. Christie, who had a very

wide knowledge of conditions and who had education and judgment, was one

of the men chosen. An interesting fact in that connection was that when

the first meeting of that Council was held, on March 8 in that year,

Mr. Christie travelled 2,000 miles by dog-train from Fort Simpson to

Winnipeg to attend it. It was a good opportunity for collecting mileage

and perquisites, but the probability is that this public-spirited man

and the great Company he served made the contribution to the country.

His usefulness was so apparent at the meeting that he was asked to help

the Government in the great task of treaty-making which had baffled so

many other countries.

The other Commissioner whose name is found to nearly all the treaties

was the Hon. James McKay, one of the most picturesque figures the

western plains, amid all their unique characters, ever saw. I remember

him in his later years. His father was a Scot, who had been on one of

the Arctic expeditions in search of Sir John Franklin and had married in

the Saskatchewan country one of the tall, stately and handsome daughters

of the land. Their sons were all of distinguished appearance. The

following description given by the Earl of Southesk, who had come on a

hunting tour and a search for health in the great out-of-doors of the

North-West years ago, is true to the subject. He says: "James McKay met

me in St. Paul. His appearance greatly interested me, both from his own

personal advantages and because he was the first Red River man I had

seen. Immensely broad-chested and muscular, though not tall, he weighed

18 stone: yet in spite of his stoutness, he was exceedingly hardy and

active, and a wonderful horseman. His face is very handsome--short,

aquiline, delicate nose; piercing dark grey eyes; skin tanned to red

bronze by exposure to the weather. He was dressed in Red River style, a

blue cloth capote (hooded frock coat) with brass buttons; red and black

flannel shirt, which served for waistcoat; black belt around the waist;

trousers of brown and white striped home-made stuff, buff leather

moccasins on his feet. I had never come across a wearer of moccasins

before, and it amused me to see this grand and massive man pacing the

hotel corridors with noiseless footfall, while excitable little men in

shiny boots creaked and stamped about like so many busy steam engines."

It was this splendid man who was present to assist Governor Laird and

Mr. Christie in making treaties with the Cree Indians at Carlton on

August 23 and at Fort Pitt on September 9. The last time I saw James

McKay was when a number of us schoolboys rode up to Silver Heights to

see some western sports and buffalo running in honour of the

Governor-General, Lord Dufferin. And as the magnificent frontiersman

drove about with his famous cream horse and buckboard, the great Irish

diplomat realized what such men had done to make the great North-West

peacefully into being a part of Canada.

Soon after these treaties, the headquarters of the Mounted Police were

moved from Swan River, which had never been satisfactory, to Fort

MacLeod, where they arrived on October 22. Apart from Swan River being

unsuitable, it was evident that the centre of interest was gravitating

towards that part of the territories where the names of Forts MacLeod

and Walsh, Wood Mountain and Cypress Hills and other points were being

printed indelibly on the map of Western history. This portion of the

territory was close up against the international boundary line across

which might be heard the roar of fighting between the Sioux Indians and

the United States soldiery. To discuss that is not part of our story,

but the Indians there vehemently declared that they had been for years

robbed by swindling government agents and driven off their land by

unscrupulous gold-hunters and lawless speculators. And, as in many other

cases, soldiers who were themselves innocent of these things had to be

called on to fight the Indians who had grown savage under a sense of

wrong and who, savage-like, had taken revenge by killing whenever they

could. That very year, only a few months before the headquarters of the

Police were moved to Fort MacLeod, occurred the tragedy of the "Custer

Massacre," when that gallant soldier and his no less gallant men,

attempting the impossible, were wiped out completely by superior numbers

of Sioux under the redoubtable chiefs Sitting Bull and Spotted Eagle.

"The Long Hair," as General Custer was called by the Indians who always

admired his dash and courage, fought desperately to the end, and was

said to be the last man to fall. Only the arrival later of General

Terry, with whom Custer was to have co-operated, prevented still greater

disaster to the balance of the American force.

All this had its effect on our side of the border. It made our Indians,

Blackfeet, Bloods, Piegans and others, restless, and it became known

that the Sioux on the south of the line were making overtures to the

Indians on the Canadian side either to go over and fight the Americans

or to join with the Indians in the United States to drive all the whites

out of the country on both sides. Inspector Denny, who did much valuable

work in those early days and who made an arrest in a Blackfoot camp,

reported in August of 1876 that he had been consulted by the Blackfeet

Council and told of the efforts made by the Sioux to get the Indians on

this side with them. However, the Blackfeet remained loyal mainly

because they had learned to trust the Mounted Police. But shortly

afterwards, matters were complicated by bands of Sioux crossing over the

line into Canadian territory. We shall deal with this Sioux invasion in

the next chapter, but in the meantime, as this is a chapter on treaties,

shall record how the Canadian Government, being fully aware of all these

events, took special steps at once to make treaties with the warlike

tribes which inhabited that vast area from the North Saskatchewan River

towards the boundary line. For this purpose the Commissioners appointed

were Governor David Laird and Colonel MacLeod, of the Mounted Police. No

better men could be chosen to make this famous Treaty Number Seven with

the Indians at a very critical hour.

Accordingly, on September 19, 1877, at the Blackfeet Crossing of the

Bow River, less than a 100 miles from Fort MacLeod, the Chiefs of the

Blackfeet, Blood, Piegan, Stony and Sarcee tribes and some 5,000 of

their men, women and children met to hear the Great Mother's chiefs. Mr.

Laird's address was full of dignity and impressiveness, and couched in

the picturesque language which, interpreted by the inimitable Jerry

Potts, found its way to the hearts of his audience. Mr. Laird opened by

saying, "The Great Spirit has made all things, the sun, the moon, the

stars, the earth, the forests and the swift-running rivers. It is by the

Great Spirit that the Queen rules over this great country and other

great countries. The Great Spirit has made the white man and the red man

brothers, and we should take each other by the hand. The Great Mother

loves all her children, white men and red men alike. She wishes to do

them all good." Then Mr. Laird made special reference to the Police

which was good diplomacy, for the Indians had known the Police for three

years and the wise Governor saw the advantage of linking up the Police

with the Queen's government. He said, "When bad white men brought you

whisky, robbed you and made you poor, and through whisky made you

quarrel amongst yourselves, she sent the Mounted Police to put an end to

it. You know how they stopped this and punished the offenders, and how

much good this has done. I have to tell you how much pleased the Queen

is that you have taken the Mounted Police by the hand and helped them

and obeyed her laws since their arrival. She hopes you will continue to

do so and you will always find the Mounted Police on your side if you

keep the Queen's laws." Then Mr. Laird explained the terms of the treaty

and asked the Indians to go to their Council tents if they wished to

consider the matter.

Next day the Commissioners again met the chiefs and made all the points

clear, and on the third day the treaty was concluded amid great

satisfaction on all sides. There were some remarkable tributes to the

Police by the Chiefs. Crowfoot, the head chief, said, "The advice given

to me and my people has proved to be good. If the Police had not come to

this country where would we all be now? Bad men and whisky were indeed

killing us so fast that very few of us indeed would have been left

to-day. The Mounted Police have protected us as the feathers of the bird

protect it from the frosts of winter. I wish them all good and trust

that all our hearts will increase in goodness from this time forward. I

am satisfied, I will sign the treaty." Red Crow, head chief of the

Bloods, the most powerful tribe of the Blackfeet Confederacy, said,

"Three years ago, when the Mounted Police came to this country, I met

and shook hands with Stamix-oto-kan (Colonel MacLeod) at Belly River.

Since that time he made me many promises, he kept them all; not one of

them was broken. Everything that the Mounted Police have done has been

good. I entirely trust Stamix-oto-kan (Colonel MacLeod) and will leave

everything to him. I will sign with Crowfoot." Many others spoke in the

same strain, and after this great treaty was signed, on September 21,

1877, there was a salute of guns and general jubilation. The point to be

specially recalled in connection with this treaty is that it was

practically accomplished upon the splendid record that Colonel MacLeod

and his men had made amongst these powerful tribes in the most difficult

part of the West.

The annual money payment to the Indians under the treaties required

careful and honest handling. And at the conclusion of his report to the

Government in regard to this most famous of all the treaties, Governor

Laird made this remarkable witness-bearing recommendation: "I would urge

that the officers of the Mounted Police be entrusted to make the annual

payments to the Indians under this treaty. The chiefs themselves

requested this, and I said I believed the Government would gladly

consent to the arrangement. The Indians have confidence in the Police,

and it might be some time before they would acquire the same respect for

strangers." That this suggestion was carried out, is attested the next

year by that well-known officer, Superintendent Winder, who in his

report says: "Inspector Macdonnell and party arrived from Fort Walsh

with money for the Indian payments. Inspector McIllree paid the Bloods

at MacLeod, Inspector Dickens the Piegans on their reserve, Inspector

Frechette the Stoneys at Morley-ville, and I accompanied the agent to

the Blackfeet Crossing to assist in paying the Indians there." All this

requires no comment further than to say that when the fighting Sioux

across the line tried to inveigle these warlike tribes into a war of

extermination against the whites, and later when the fiercely magnetic

Louis Riel sought to get them to join his revolt, the great work in the

consummation of Treaty Number Seven stood Canada in good stead.

One more great treaty had still to be made, and though it is

anticipating a date twenty years after the famous Number Seven Treaty,

we record it here before closing the chapter of treaties with the

Indians of the North-West. A vast region away northward from Edmonton,

known generally as the Athabasca, Peace River and Mackenzie River

region, had so far not been brought under treaty conditions. This was

mainly due to the fact that settlement had not been making its way into

that region. It was considered the home of the fur-trader and the hunter

more than that of the farmer or the stock-raiser. But the investigations

brought about by the Senate Committee at Ottawa on the motion and under

the leadership of Senator (Sir John) Schultz, had called so much

attention to the great agricultural possibilities of the country that,

despite the total absence of railways, settlers were percolating slowly

into that great northern area. Then the gold-rush to the Klondike began

midway in the nineties, and as some of this rush was either going

through the Peace River country to the Yukon or scattering down the

northern rivers, it became necessary, in the view of the Mounted Police,

who made recommendations to the Government, to make a treaty as early

as possible, in order to prevent trouble. Accordingly, the Hon. Clifford

Sifton, then Superintendent-General of Indian affairs in the Laurier

Government, began arrangements in 1898 which led to the appointment of a

Commission and the making of Treaty Number Eight in 1899. Strangely

enough, the Hon. David Laird, "the man who talked straight," who had as

Governor of the Territories made the famous treaties with the Indians of

the plains twenty years before, was called to head the new commission

and make this final treaty with the Crees, Beavers, Chippewyans and

other Indians of the far North. Mr. Laird, after the term of his office

as Governor had expired, had retired to his home in Prince Edward

Island, but later on was appointed to take charge of Indian affairs in

the West, with headquarters in Winnipeg. Along with this Indian Treaty

Commission was a half-breed commission, of which the frontiersman

author, Mr. Charles Mair, was secretary. The expedition took months, and

involved hard if picturesque travelling, all of which is graphically

described in Mr. Mair's narrative _Through the Mackenzie Basin_. The

treaty was made beginning first at Lesser Slave Lake, and continuing at

other points. Mr. Mair, in his book, gives us the names of the party,

describes the camp equipment and then makes the following fine reference

to the Mounted Police: "Not the least important and effective

constituent of the party was the detachment of the Royal North-West

Mounted Police which joined us at Edmonton, minus their horses of

course; picked men from a picked force; sterling fellows whose tenacity

and hard work in the tracking harness did yeoman service in many a

serious emergency. This detachment consisted of Inspector Snyder,

Sergeant Anderson, Corporals Fitzgerald and McClelland, and Constables

McLaren, Lett, Burman, Lelonde, Burke, Vernon and Kerr. The conduct of

these men, it is needless to say, was the admiration of all, and

assisted materially in the successful progress of the expedition."

Thus did these nation-building Police set their seal to the great

treaties which provided for the future of the Indian tribes and at the

same time extinguished the title of the tribes in order to open up a new

empire for higher civilization.

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