e I imagined to be about five-and-thirty,
his height five feet nine or ten inches, his complexion light
copper, his countenance oval, with bright hazel eyes beaming
cheerfulness, energy and decision. Three small crowns or coronets
were suspended from the lower cartilage of his aquiline nose,
and a large silver medallion of George the Third, which I believe
his ancestor had received from Lord Dorchester when governor-general
of Canada, was attached to a mixed coloured wampum string which
hung round his neck. His dress consisted of a plain, neat uniform,
a tanned deer-skin jacket with long trousers of the same material,
the seams of both being covered with neatly cut fringe, and he
had on his feet leather moccasins much ornamented with work made
from the dyed quills of the porcupine.

Tecumseh regarded Brock calmly, noting with admiration the athletic
form as it towered to its full height. Thus stood the two commanding
figures, both born to lead, alike bold in purpose and ready in
resource. With the same intuitive perception each trusted the other.
They were akin--both of the 'brotherhood that binds the brave of
all the earth.' The brown hand of Tecumseh met the strong white
hand of Brock in a warm clasp, the seal of a firm friendship. Brock
thanked Tecumseh for his salute of welcome, and like Colonel Elliott
mentioned the shortage of ammunition. With warm words of praise he
referred to the work of the warriors in the recent engagements,
commending Tecumseh's leadership and courage in the highest terms.
The chief listened with characteristic calm. Brock continued: 'I
have fought against the enemies of our great father, the king beyond
the great lake, and they have never seen my back. I am come here
to fight his enemies on this side the great lake, and now desire
with my soldiers to take lessons from you and your warriors, that
I may learn how to make war in these great forests.' After a pause
Tecumseh, turning round to his attendant chiefs, stretched out his
hand and exclaimed, 'Ho-o-o-e; this is a man!'

Brock was particularly pleased with the contents of the mail taken
at Brownstown. In striking contrast to Hull's high-sounding
proclamation, it revealed that general's real attitude of dejection.
Communication from the rear had been cut off; he feared starvation
and despaired of being able to withstand attack. The contents of
these dispatches prompted Brock to invade American territo