il, political, and religious, to an oppressed people,
separated from, and having no share in the Councils of Britain, or
interests in her conduct. And he threatened a war of extermination if
the Indians were employed in resisting the invasion.

General Brocke met the Parliament of Upper Canada, at York, on the 28th
of the same month, and issued a proclamation to the people, in which he
ridiculed General Hull's fears of the Indians. He then despatched
Colonel Proctor to assume the command at Amherstburgh, from Fort St.
George.

So confident was the American General of success that, as yet, he had
not a single cannon or mortar mounted, and he did not consider it
expedient to attempt to carry Amherstburgh, which was only situated
eighteen miles below, by assault. But, as his situation, at Sandwich,
became more and more precarious, he, at length, did resolve upon
attacking Amherstburgh, if he could get there. He sent detachment after
detachment, to cross the Canard, the river on which Amherstburgh
stands. The Americans attempted thrice to cross the bridge, situated
three miles above Amherstburgh, in vain. Some of the 41st regiment and
a few Indians drove them back as often as they tried it. Another rush
was made a little higher up. But the attempt to ford the stream was as
unsuccessful as the attempts to cross the bridge. Near the ford, some
of those Indians, so much dreaded by General Hull, lay concealed in the
grass. Not a blade stirred until the whole of the Americans were well
in the stream, and some had gained the bank, on the Canadian side, when
eighteen or twenty of the red children of the forest, sprang to their
feet, and gave a yell, so hideous, that the Americans, stricken with
panic, fled with almost ludicrous precipitancy. So terror-stricken,
indeed, were the valiant host, that they left arms, accoutrements, and
haversacks, behind them. No further attempt was made by General Hull,
on Amherstburgh. It would have been captured with great difficulty, if
it could have been captured at all. At the mouth of the river Canard, a
small tributary of the Detroit, the _Queen Charlotte_, a sloop of
war, armed with eighteen twenty-four pounders, lay at anchor, watching
every manoeuvre.

On the 3rd of July, Lieutenant Rolette, commanding the armed brig
_Hunter_, at ten o'clock in the forenoon, succeeded in capturing
the _Cayuga_ packet, bound from the Miami river to Detroit, with
troops, and laden with the baggage and hospi