robust beauties of Pope's "Homer," ever regretting he never had a master
"to guide and encourage him in his tastes."

With Lieutenant-Governor Gore, formerly a soldier in Guernsey, our hero
was on intimate terms. When the grind of duty let him, he would travel
"the worst road in the country--fit only for an Indian mail-carrier--in
order to mix in the society of York." He periodically returned these
hospitalities by a grand ball at Niagara--always the event of the
season. Brock, while fond of women's society, preferred brain to beauty.
Had his old Guernsey friends been present on these occasions they would
not have recognized in the soldier, resplendent in a general's uniform,
now dancing a mazurka, the handsome stripling who only a few years since
had waltzed his way into the hearts of all the women of St. Peter's
Port.

The unrest of the Indians at Amherstburg troubled him. He had seen over
eight hundred in camp there, receiving rations for a month while waiting
presents of blankets, powder and shot from King George. They asked
British support if they took the warpath against the Americans--the
Long-knives--_Gitchi-mokohmahn_, their sworn enemies. Tecumseh, a
Shawanese chief, had demanded from the United States the restoration of
violated rights. This demand had not been complied with. The position
was critical. Great tact was required to retain the friendship of the
Indians, while not complying with their request.

In Lower Canada there was still discord among the French Canadians. The
Governor, Sir James Craig, in a dying condition, relinquished office. In
answer to Brock's application for leave, still hoping for a staff
appointment in Portugal, the Governor-General implored him to remain.