The Story of Isaac Brock / Hero, Defender and Saviour of Upper Canada, 1812

by Walter R. Nursey

• [Portrait of Major-General Sir Isaac Brock]
• ["View of St. Peter's Port, Guernsey, 18 x 6"]
• [Navy Hall, Remnant of the Old "Red Barracks," Niagara, 18 x 6]
• [Portrait of Colonel James FitzGibbon]
• [View of Queenston Road, about 1824]
• [Ruins of old Powder Magazine, Fort George]
• [Brock's Cocked Hat]
• [Butler's Barracks (Officers' Quarters), Niagara Common]
• [Our Hero Meets Tecumseh. "This is a Man!"]
• [Lieut.-Colonel John Macdonell]
• [View of Queenston Heights and Brock's Monument]
• ["Portrait of Major-General Brock, 18 X 6"]
• [Powder Magazine, Fort George, Niagara]
• [Brock's Midnight Gallop]
• [Battle of Queenston Heights. From an old Print]
• [Death of Isaac Brock]
• [Brock's Coat, worn at Queenston Heights]
• [Battle of Queenston. From an old Sketch]
• [Plan of Battle of Queenston]
• [Taking of Niagara, May 27th, 1813. From an old Print]
• [Cenotaph, Queenston Heights]
• [Brock's Monument]

Note.—For full description of above illustrations, see [Appendix].

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THE STORY OF ISAAC BROCK

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CHAPTER I.

OUR HERO'S HOME—GUERNSEY.

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.

Between this and the sister island of Alderney the teeth of the Casquets cradle the skeleton of many a stout ship, while above the level of the sea the amethyst peaks of Sark rise like phantom bergs. In the sunlight the rainbow-coloured slopes of Le Gouffre jut upwards a jumble of glory. Exposed to the full fury of an Atlantic gale, these islands are well-nigh obliterated in drench. From where the red gables cluster on the heights of Fort George, which overhang the harbour, to the thickets of Jerbourg, valley and plain, at the time we write of, were a gorgeous carpet of anemones, daffodils, primroses and poppies.