Here's the first installment of my TL. The British decisively win the War of 1812, and create a Native American Nation under their protectorate. Enjoy and comment!
August 15th, 1812, Quebec, Lower Canada
Lieutenant General Sir George Prevost was at his desk when a private entered his office.
He snapped to attention “Sir, the Americans have asked for an armistice on the Niagara River, Major General Sheaffe is requesting orders.”
Prevost looked at the map on the wall. He had recently gotten word that the Orders in Council had been revoked by Parliament, but the Americans have yet to ask for peace. “Does he believe an attack in imminent?’
“The Major General believes the Americans do plan to force a crossing, and may use the armistice to build up and reinforce.”
“Tell him to not accept the terms, and to be ready for an attack if it comes. Major General Brock is on his way to Fort George, he will take command when he arrives.”
“Yes sir!” The messenger left the office with his new orders.
August 22nd, 1812, Queenston Heights, Upper Canada
Major General Isaac Brock looked across the river at the American ships on the eastern shore. Smoke rose from a few, many were damaged to some degree. The British bombardment was having a good effect on the American invasion being built up outside Lewiston, New York.
He turned to the messengers standing next to him, “We outnumber the enemy at the moment, if we can force a crossing on their flank, we can stop the invasion before it begins. Send a messenger to Quebec for permission to attack, also prepare ships up river incase we get approval.” Prevost better approve this, with territory in New York, we can bargain with the Americans when they decide to talk peace.
Blue figures rushed back and forth on the beach, Brock couldn’t tell what they were doing, but it was cut short when a mortar round landed near by. Some scattered, but others just fell onto the sand. He smiled to himself, yes everything was going well.
August 29th, 1812, Outside Lewiston, New York
Sand crunched under the bow of the first British ship to come ashore. Isaac Brock was the first to step onto American soil, and peered through the darkness to the other ships crossing the Niagara. So far, the Americans slept in their camp, still unaware of the threat that was uncomfortably close. Brock smiled we’ll break the invasion before it even begins. Troops from the 49th Regiment of Foot moved into the woods on the bank, along with many Mohawk warriors who knew the area. The British force should be ready to attack by sunrise.
Isaac moved into the woods, and fell behind Capitan John Norton, who was leading the Mohawk warriors. “Take your men around the American camp, wait till they break, then wipe them out. Stay in the woods until they panic, then charge. We’ll crush them between our attacks.” Capitan Norton nodded and spoke to the Mohawk in their own tongue. Soon the Natives had disappeared into the dark forest.
Taking his place with his men just inside the forest, he prepared for the attack. Looking to his left, Isaac saw the crew loading the Grasshopper cannon; its firepower would be welcome in the coming battle.
Just as the sun came up over Lewiston Heights, the first shots rang out. American militia rushed out of their tents, trying to load their weapons as they ran to what little cover there was. Brock could see an officer trying to get the troops in line outside the camp, it seemed he was about to rally the Americans when the first shots rang out from the far side of the camp. The officer turned to find the source of the noise, when his body jerked and crumpled to the ground. His aide rushed to his side, but Brock could tell he was mortally wounded.
This was the signal he was looking for, “CHARGE!” Major General Brock burst from the tree line with his force right behind him. British regulars and militia rushed the American line, which broke quickly in the face of the trained troops. They retreated…right into the waiting Mohawk.
Later that day
Brock looked across the Niagara River back towards Queenston, the river was filled with British and captured American ships moving the army across the river into Lewiston. A column of American prisoners marched under guard down to the river. Reports from them said that the commanding officer in the region, Major General Stephen Van Rensselaer, had been the one killed in the battle, and that a Brigadier General stationed in Buffalo was now the American commander of the Niagara Frontier.
Prevost had ordered Brock to occupy Northern New York, and gave him permission to engage the enemy when needed. High Command wanted a quick victory on this frontier, then fortify and defend their gains. Brock hoped he would be transferred back to the Detroit frontier, where Tecumseh was doing his best to defeat the Americans in the Indiana and Michigan Territories. Maybe if he succeeds, the king will grant the Natives the land they promised…
The Crown and the Tomahawk
August 15th, 1812, Quebec, Lower Canada
Lieutenant General Sir George Prevost was at his desk when a private entered his office.
He snapped to attention “Sir, the Americans have asked for an armistice on the Niagara River, Major General Sheaffe is requesting orders.”
Prevost looked at the map on the wall. He had recently gotten word that the Orders in Council had been revoked by Parliament, but the Americans have yet to ask for peace. “Does he believe an attack in imminent?’
“The Major General believes the Americans do plan to force a crossing, and may use the armistice to build up and reinforce.”
“Tell him to not accept the terms, and to be ready for an attack if it comes. Major General Brock is on his way to Fort George, he will take command when he arrives.”
“Yes sir!” The messenger left the office with his new orders.
August 22nd, 1812, Queenston Heights, Upper Canada
Major General Isaac Brock looked across the river at the American ships on the eastern shore. Smoke rose from a few, many were damaged to some degree. The British bombardment was having a good effect on the American invasion being built up outside Lewiston, New York.
He turned to the messengers standing next to him, “We outnumber the enemy at the moment, if we can force a crossing on their flank, we can stop the invasion before it begins. Send a messenger to Quebec for permission to attack, also prepare ships up river incase we get approval.” Prevost better approve this, with territory in New York, we can bargain with the Americans when they decide to talk peace.
Blue figures rushed back and forth on the beach, Brock couldn’t tell what they were doing, but it was cut short when a mortar round landed near by. Some scattered, but others just fell onto the sand. He smiled to himself, yes everything was going well.
August 29th, 1812, Outside Lewiston, New York
Sand crunched under the bow of the first British ship to come ashore. Isaac Brock was the first to step onto American soil, and peered through the darkness to the other ships crossing the Niagara. So far, the Americans slept in their camp, still unaware of the threat that was uncomfortably close. Brock smiled we’ll break the invasion before it even begins. Troops from the 49th Regiment of Foot moved into the woods on the bank, along with many Mohawk warriors who knew the area. The British force should be ready to attack by sunrise.
Isaac moved into the woods, and fell behind Capitan John Norton, who was leading the Mohawk warriors. “Take your men around the American camp, wait till they break, then wipe them out. Stay in the woods until they panic, then charge. We’ll crush them between our attacks.” Capitan Norton nodded and spoke to the Mohawk in their own tongue. Soon the Natives had disappeared into the dark forest.
Taking his place with his men just inside the forest, he prepared for the attack. Looking to his left, Isaac saw the crew loading the Grasshopper cannon; its firepower would be welcome in the coming battle.
Just as the sun came up over Lewiston Heights, the first shots rang out. American militia rushed out of their tents, trying to load their weapons as they ran to what little cover there was. Brock could see an officer trying to get the troops in line outside the camp, it seemed he was about to rally the Americans when the first shots rang out from the far side of the camp. The officer turned to find the source of the noise, when his body jerked and crumpled to the ground. His aide rushed to his side, but Brock could tell he was mortally wounded.
This was the signal he was looking for, “CHARGE!” Major General Brock burst from the tree line with his force right behind him. British regulars and militia rushed the American line, which broke quickly in the face of the trained troops. They retreated…right into the waiting Mohawk.
Later that day
Brock looked across the Niagara River back towards Queenston, the river was filled with British and captured American ships moving the army across the river into Lewiston. A column of American prisoners marched under guard down to the river. Reports from them said that the commanding officer in the region, Major General Stephen Van Rensselaer, had been the one killed in the battle, and that a Brigadier General stationed in Buffalo was now the American commander of the Niagara Frontier.
Prevost had ordered Brock to occupy Northern New York, and gave him permission to engage the enemy when needed. High Command wanted a quick victory on this frontier, then fortify and defend their gains. Brock hoped he would be transferred back to the Detroit frontier, where Tecumseh was doing his best to defeat the Americans in the Indiana and Michigan Territories. Maybe if he succeeds, the king will grant the Natives the land they promised…
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