“But O, my people, tell me, how can I make manifest to you that these things shall be as I say?  Shall I beg of the Manitou, the Great Spirit, to give to you a sign that He approves of the words his servant speaketh, and that these things shall come to pass?”

From the great crowd of half-breeds and Indians there went up a hoarse, guttural cry for confirmation.

Yes, if the Manitou would give a sign then no one in the land would doubt, and those who were feeble of heart would take courage.

Riel bowed his head, lifted off his beaver-skin cap, rolled his eyes about, and by his melodramatic movements claimed the attention of all.  He, however, found, time to shoot a quick glance at the sun.  Those almanac people were wonderfully accurate, but he must hurry up, for in another minute the eclipse would begin.  In a loud voice he cried—­

“You have asked for a sign, and it shall be given unto you; but woe unto those to whom a sign is given and who shall pay no heed to the same.  Their days shall be cut short in the land, and their bodies shall burn for ever in the pit of everlasting fire.  The Great Spirit will darken the face of the sun for a token, and a shadow, that of the finger of the Manitou Himself, shall sweep the land.”

The knavish fanatic closed his eyes and raised his face heavenwards.  There was a rapturous look on it, and his lips moved.  He was calling upon the Almighty to give them the sign which he obligingly indicated.  The new head of the church was already distinguishing himself.  As for the half-breeds and Indians, they sat around with incredulity and awe alternately showing upon their faces.  It was something new in their experiences for the Manitou to interest himself personally in their affairs.  A great silence fell upon them; the prophet mumbled inarticulately and proceeded with his hanky-panky.

Then a great murmur and chorus of “Ough!  Ough’s!” and “me-was-sins!” [Footnote:  Meaning good or approval.] arose from the Indians, while many of the half-breeds crossed themselves.  Incredulity changed to belief and fear, and the simple ones raised their voices in wondering accents to testify to the potency of the “big medicine” that was being wrought before their eyes.  The hand of the Manitou was slowly but surely passing over the face of the sun and darkening it.  The shadow of that same hand was already creeping up from the east.  The rapt prophet never once opened his eyes, but he knew from the great hoarse roar of voices around him that the almanac had not erred.  And then the clamour subsided, as the face of the sun was darkened, and the ominous shadow fell like a chill over them ere passing westward.  The Indians shivered in their blankets and were thrilled by this gratuitous and wonderful proof of their new leader’s intimacy with the Great Spirit.  But what if the Great Spirit should take it into His head to darken the face of the light-giver for ever!  It was a most alarming prospect truly.  Louis David Riel opened his eyes, glanced at the sun, and said—­