Monument to Alfred, General Brock's "magnificent gray horse."

Wm. Lyon Mackenzie Printery

"The thirteenth of October, 1812, was a day the people of Queenston would never forget.  On that day the war came to their village.  Long before dawn on that chill, dull morning, hundreds of American soldiers slipped quietly into boats at Lewiston across the Niagara River and headed for Queenston.  About 200 landed at the Queenston wharf and sought shelter under the steep cliffs lining the shore.  The waterfront became a nightmare of booming guns, flashing gunfire, wounded men tumbling into the river...Before daybreak, over 300 Americans had joined their leader under the cliffs.

The village seemed to nestle under the protection of the "mountain" which rises to the south and extends inland some distance towards the west.  This high ridge is actually part of the Niagara escarpment."

~ Laura Secord the legend and the lady, Ruth McKenzie,  McClelland and Stewart Limited, 1971.

Stone Marker Where Brock Fell



"When the warning of the invasion came to Major-General Isaac Brock at Fort George, six miles north of Queenston, he hastily mounted his magnificent gray horse, Alfred, and set off at a gallop along the river road.  The stalwart, forty-three-year-old British officer was in charge of the defence of Upper Canada (Ontario). "

~ Laura Secord the Legend And the Lady,  Ruth McKenzie, McClelland and Stewart Limited, 1971

Photos:  lbwalker