“I firmly believe, gentlemen,” he proceeded, and his confidence and courage was infectious, “that I could at this moment, by a sudden dash, sweep everything before me between Fort Niagara and Buffalo, but our success would be transient.  Disaffection and desertion is rife in the American camp.  Only the other day we saw six poor fellows perish in mid-stream.  To-day more deserters swam the river safely.  Our own force, estimating even 200 Indians under Chief Brant and Captain Norton, though I expect less than 100 would be nearer the mark, cannot exceed 1,500 men of all arms.  These units I have collected from Sandwich to Kingston.  Many of our men, as no one knows better than Quartermaster Nichol, have received no pay, are wearing broken shoes—­some have no shoes at all—­no tents and little bedding.  It is true that they bear the cold and wet with an admirable and truly happy content that excites my admiration, but it is no less a disgrace to the responsible authorities.  Sir George Prevost, as you know, has told me ’not to expect any further aid’—­the old parrot cry from headquarters, ‘Not a man to spare.’  Let me ask the chief of the Mohawks, who is present, how many warriors he can muster?”

John Brant, or Thayendanegea, as he was known among the Six Nation Indians, was the hereditary chief.  At this time he was but a youth of eighteen—­a graceful, dauntless stripling, of surprising activity, and well educated.  At his side sat Captain Jacobs, a swarthy, stalwart brave, famous for his immense strength, and Captain John Norton, an Englishman, and chief by adoption only, who, in consideration of Brant’s youth, was acting as his deputy and spokesman.  The latter said that since his return from Moraviantown, and the hunting season having commenced, many of his braves were absent, but he would pledge the Mohawks would muster, when wanted, over one hundred tried men.  Thanking the chiefs for their assurances, Brock continued: 

“The enemy has an army of over 6,000.  The four twelve-pounders and two hundred muskets captured with the Detroit is a serious loss to us.  If the Detroit is lost to us, however, she is of no further use to the enemy.  We are, I repeat, greatly outweighted and outnumbered by the enemy, both in siege guns and artillery, and have no forge for heating shot.  I have, as a matter of form, written this day to Sir George Prevost, restating my anxiety to increase our militia to 2,000 men, but pointing out the difficulties I shall encounter, and the fear that I shall not be able to effect my object with willing, well-disposed characters.  Of one thing, gentlemen, I am convinced, that were it not for the number of Americans in our ranks we might defy all the efforts of the enemy against this part of the Province.