The story of Sir Isaac Brock's life should convey to the youth of Canada a significance similar to that which the bugle-call of the trumpeter, sounding the advance, conveys to the soldier in the ranks. Reiteration of Brock's deeds should help to develop a better appreciation of his work, a truer conception of his heroism, a wiser understanding of his sacrifice.
Many a famous man owes a debt of inspiration to some other great life that went before him. Not until every boy in Canada is thoroughly familiar with "Master Isaac's" achievements will he be qualified to exclaim with the Indian warrior, Tecumseh,
NOTE.--Of the hundred and more books and documents consulted in a search for facts I would register my special obligations to Tupper's "Life of Brock"; Auchinleck's "History of the War of 1812-14"; Cruikshank's "Documentary History," and Richardson's "War of 1812" (edited by Casselman).
VIII. FRANCE, THE UNITED STATES AND CANADA 52
XII. MAJOR-GENERAL BROCK, GOVERNOR OF UPPER CANADA 72
XIV. THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA DECLARES WAR 80
XXVIII. A FOREIGN FLAG FLIES ON THE REDAN 147
XXIX. THE BATTLE OF QUEENSTON HEIGHTS 152
SUBSEQUENT EVENTS OF THE CAMPAIGN OF 1812 165
PORTRAIT OF MAJOR-GENERAL SIR ISAAC BROCK _Frontispiece_
"VIEW OF ST. PETER'S PORT, GUERNSEY, 18 x 6" 11
NAVY HALL, REMNANT OF THE OLD "RED BARRACKS," NIAGARA, 1797 27
RUINS OF OLD POWDER MAGAZINE, FORT GEORGE 52
BUTLER'S BARRACKS (OFFICERS' QUARTERS), NIAGARA COMMON 75
OUR HERO MEETS TECUMSEH. "THIS IS A MAN!" 96
VIEW OF QUEENSTON HEIGHTS AND BROCK'S MONUMENT 117
"PORTRAIT OF MAJOR-GENERAL BROCK, 18 X 6" 121
POWDER MAGAZINE, FORT GEORGE, NIAGARA 128
BATTLE OF QUEENSTON HEIGHTS. From an old Print 140
BROCK'S COAT, WORN AT QUEENSTON HEIGHTS 159
BATTLE OF QUEENSTON. From an old Sketch 161
TAKING OF NIAGARA, MAY 27TH, 1813. From an old Print 170
NOTE.--For full description of above illustrations, see Appendix, page 175.
[Illustration: "VIEW OF ST. PETER'S PORT, GUERNSEY, 18 x 6"]
Off the coast of Brittany, where the Bay of Biscay fights the white horses of the North Sea, the Island of Guernsey rides at anchor. Its black and yellow, red and purple coast-line, summer and winter, is awash with surf, burying the protecting reefs in a smother of foam. Between these drowned ridges of despair, which warn the toilers of the sea of an intention to engulf them, tongues of ocean pierce the grim chasms of the cliffs.