It sprawled out symmetrically in either direction from a central multi-stepped entranceway, with rows of windows giving government workers an impressive view of Montreal and the St. Lawrence River. Stretching out over two city blocks, the massive building dominated the core of Montreal. But dominating the attention of the entire city and a handful of overwhelmed soldiers was not the impressive building itself, but an angry, torch-wielding crowd that swarmed the building’s entrance like a colony of angry wasps protecting a hive. With a cheer, they stormed through the meagre line of soldiers and marched their way up the wide marble steps to the parliament building’s carved oak doors. A man with a tall black hat climbed up onto the wide stone railing, opening his arms to the crowd below. “Are we just going to sit back and let our elected representatives give our hard-earned tax dollars to those who fought against King and Country?” “No!”
