Some discrepancy exists as to what were Brock’s last words. According to Lieutenant Jarvis, who was immediately at his side when he fell, with the question: “Are you hurt, Sir?” Brock did not reply, but, pressing his hand to his chest, “slowly sank down.” This is the most probable version, as it is likely that he was wounded too severely to say anything at all. Others have it, however, that, just before he died Brock cried: “Push on, brave York Volunteers!” This story probably has its origin in the early shout to Captain Cameron, to bring up his men. Captain Glegg, who acquainted William Brock the next day with the news of the General’s death, said that, as he fell Brock whispered: “My fall must not be noticed or impede my brave companions from advancing to victory.” It is not likely, however, that a plain man like Brock would have struck an attitude so dramatic. The story of Lieutenant Jarvis seems most nearly to fit the case. Whatever he said or did not say, this man of action died as he had lived, bravely and as a man.
Brock’s death filled his men with a just rage, and before night the cry, “Revenge the General!” was heard from one end of the forty mile line to the other. His spirit breathed “an inextinguishable flame,” and the soldiers at Fort George drove the Americans out with little trouble. At Fort Erie, the men behind the guns, saddened and awed by the death of their beloved leader, redoubled their efforts on the Americans at Black Rock.
The force which Brock himself had been leading had to retreat, leaving behind the gun which had cost them their leader’s life. With them they bore his body to Queenston. When his men looked at his corpse they might say as Antony did of Caesar’s body, “Here is himself, marr’d,” and the sight of this “bleeding piece of earth” spurred them on in his name and for his sake.
His men tried again, after his death, to take that fateful gun. Vrooman’s Point and Brown’s Point furnished their quotas of York Volunteers to reinforce the troops from Queenston, as Brock had commanded, and about ten o’clock, under Lieutenant-Colonel Macdonell, Brock’s aide-de camp, another attack was made on the Americans on Queenston Heights. This too was unsuccessful. Again the troops had to retreat, while their leader was mortally wounded.
The Americans were sure that they had won a great victory. Messengers were despatched to Albany with the tidings of the death of Brock and Macdonell, and the city gave itself up to rejoicings. But the joy was premature.
It became apparent to Van Rensselaer, who with Lieutenant-Colonel Christie had seen, from the captured redan battery, a long line of Canadians marching to Queenston, that another battle was inevitable. These were the reinforcements moving to the front under the command of Major-General Sheaffe. Van Rensselaer crossed the river, but was met with a flat refusal from his men to cross the stream to the Canadian side. The New York militia, who by this time had seen their dead and wounded and had heard, justly enough, of the bravery of the “Green Tigers”—this was the name given to the men of the 49th because of the green in their uniforms—were terror-stricken. While Van Rensselaer was alternately persuading and threatening, a force of Indians, commanded by Brant and a young Scotsman, Chief Norton, who had been made an Indian Chief, had quietly left Fort George, climbed the Heights, and showed themselves on the left of the Americans. There were not enough of them to do very much real harm, but they appear to have stricken fear into the heart of the enemy by their wild cries and to have caught a number of them and punished them pretty severely.
Major-General Sheaffe commanded about seven hundred men. When he had looked over the situation, he decided that the best attack could be made from the rear. He therefore placed some artillery under Lieutenant Holcroft in a courtyard in the village of Queenston, to check any attempt the foe made to cross. Along the Chippewa road near the Niagara river troops were advancing to join Sheaffe. About one hundred and fifty Indians had moved eastwards from the little town of St. David’s and were lying in ambush in the woods on the enemy’s right front. Sheaffe himself advanced with forces now numbering about a thousand. The enemy were therefore in a position to be attacked from all sides.
The conflict began again at three o’clock, and the opening shot seems to have been fired by the troops in Queenston who trained their guns on the river. At the same time the men on the British left attacked the enemy’s front. They were guided by Indians, who knew every inch of the ground on the west of the hill. These guides led Sheaffe’s men through the heavy woods, so that they might attack on this flank. This would be quite unexpected by the enemy. The Niagara militia with two guns and a company from the 41st Regiment, were on the right. The York and Lincoln militia, backed up by the 49th, were in the middle. A company of negroes, refugees from the United States, gave material assistance to the British. The six hundred American soldiers on Queenston Heights were surprised. Instead of an attack from down-stream they had to face one from the left. They were caught like rats in a trap, but fought valiantly. They saw that escape was impossible, for the swift current flowed behind them and they had no boats to take them back to the American shore. Besides, they faced almost double the number of men. Lieutenant-Colonel Winfield Scott of the regular army was their commander, and he was a brave man. His men fired on the advancing Canadians, but Scott knew he was outnumbered. To the accompaniment of the savage cries of the Indians, Sheaffe’s men came on in a determined bayonet charge. The Americans broke in disorder. They had many dead and dying already, and the rest turned tail and ran to the edge of the precipice. Half crazed, many threw themselves over. The rest made for the river bank, but there were no boats, and their only way of escape was by way of swimming. Few were able to breast the current, and many perished in the cruel stream. The Americans were badly beaten, and Scott, having made a brave fight, surrendered all his men then on the Canadian side to General Sheaffe. It is ten thousand pities that the gallant Brock was not there to see the result of the work of his hands.
The British took nearly a thousand prisoners, among whom was General Wadsworth and about seventy other officers. The British on their side had lost eleven killed and something like sixty wounded. The Indians, no less gallant, had losses of five killed and nine wounded. History differs as to the American casualties. There were probably nearly a hundred killed and about two hundred wounded. So the inextinguishable flame of Brock’s spirit had blazed the way to victory, for Queenston Heights was a great victory. Canada, however, grieved so much at the death of Brock, that not even the feat of arms of his successor mitigated her sorrow.
To the Americans the death of Brock was “equivalent to a victory.” President Madison, in his next message to Congress, said: “Our loss at Queenston has been considerable and is to be deeply lamented. The enemy’s loss, less ascertained, will be the more felt for it includes among the killed their commanding general.”