Fort Niagara

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FORT NIAGARA - YOUNGSTOWN NEW YORK


The history of Fort Niagara dates back to the early French exploration period, and a series of forts has existed on the site since 1682. Just prior to the Seven Years’ War, the French commenced strengthening the fort by adding earthworks, a powder magazine, moats, and additional batteries, but despite these efforts, the fort fell to the English on July 25, 1759. During the American Revolution, the fort was the main British base on the Niagara, and the staging area for many of the Indian and Tory raids on New York and Pennsylvania.

The fort that existed during the War of 1812 was essentially the French fort of 1726 that had been constructed by Gaspard Chaussegeros de Lery, but the fort’s defences had been added to over the years. In the Queenston heights campaign, Fort Niagara exchanged fire with British held Fort George, located just across the river, and part of its garrison participated in the Battle of Queenston Heights.

In May of 1812, American forces captured Fort George and later advanced towards Burlington, but after the decisive battles of Stoney creek and Beaver Dams they were confined to the vicinity of Fort George. During the winter they destroyed Fort George and the town of Newark before moving back to Fort Niagara. In retaliation, the British determined to capture Fort Niagara, and then lay waste the American side of the river.

On the night of December 19, 1813, a British force under the command of Colonel Murray took the fort by surprise, and after this action it remained in British hands until after the war. Fort Niagara today had been fully restored, and is a part of Fort Niagara State Park. The fort’s most notable feature is the “French Castle” which is constructed of stone and is the only structure of its kind in North America. The fort is open year round and in the summer months guides are dressed in period uniforms. The fort emphasizes its history under three flags, French, British, And American. Fort Niagara is located just to the north of Youngstown, New York.(Collins, Gilbert, Guidebook to the Historic Sites of the War of 1812, 1998, page 91)

The Incorporated Militia participated once again in the British Garrison Weekend sponsored by Fort Niagara. Typical activities that would have occurred in garrison were demonstrated by members of the different British and Canadian units present.



Sir Isaac Brock's Tunic.

Rob Taylor's Account


The Niagara Long March
Drummer Gareth Newfield's Diary - July 26-28, 1998


Friday, July 26th, 1814
I woke up on the battlefield of Lundy's Lane this morning. It was a rather horrible site that did meet my eyes. The bodies of the dead were heaped upon each other near where I had slept! They looked like they were sleeping, though the gore did much to betray their state. I got up, and had a bit of tea that one of the men had brewed. It tasted poor, the leaves having been brewed a score of times. After washing up a bit, we kitted and prepared to march. We were still weary from the battle of the day before. We began our pursuit of the Americans around the middle of the day. Being at the back of the column, with Mac, our other drummer, I did not get to see much of what was ahead of us. The Niagara River flowed beside us, and to our right, there were just the trees. The Glengarry Light Infantry walked ahead and behind us as our advance and rear guards. Capt. Everett paced the length of our column, making sure that no man was up to mischief or was in a state of tiredness that would cause him to fall out. We carried on in such a manner for the entire day, stopping when we thought the Americans were ahead, until it was decided the we were to fall out and get some sleep late in the evening.. Some of the Glengarries had shot rabbits earlier in the day, and proceeded to cook them. I somehow managed to get a leg from one of the poor wee beauties, and that was my supper. It's late now, and the light from the fire is fading, so I better go to sleep so as to be rested for tomorrow.

Saturday, July 25th, 1814
I woke to a chilled dawn. The sun was coming over the horizon, and the grass was wet with dew. I lit the fire, and was joined by Mac, who looked a bit groggy still. As he sat by the fire, the silly sod fell asleep and keeled into the coals. I jumped up and pulled him out. Ne was no worse for wear. Luckily there weren't any big flames, otherwise he'd be charged for the fiery loss of his blanket! We had a bit of breakfast, and kitted up again to resume our march. The army continued on much like yesterday, the river to our left, trees on our right, but not once did I see the enemy. To speak truthfully, I'd prefer not to see another American again, having already seen enough death to last me a lifetime. Along the way, we passed by a tavern, which had eighteen types of ale! The tavern owner, being a faithful subject of the King, loyal and true, offered us weary lads a pint to whet our tongues. The rest was shortlived, as we had to fall back in and continue marching. We carried on marching till late in the day, and stopped for the night at a kindly old doctor's estate. All along the way, I heard the good people of this area talk about the Americans withdrawing to Fort Erie, which they had taken from us earlier in the year. Again today, I did not see any Americans.

Sunday July 26th, 1814
Somehow last night I had managed to find a tree near the officers' tents. This morning I heard Capt. Everett say that we were only a few miles away from the fort. We all dressed in a hurry, and started off towards the fort. We walked for a few hours before we were told that we were going to mount an assault against the American garrison of the fort. We dropped our packs within site of the ramparts of the fort. The army formed up, and advanced slowly towards the fort. We reached the lip of the ditch before the Americans started to fire at us. Men fell all around me, and I got the other drummers to help me carry the wounded away. A group of men tried to storm the gateway, only to be slaughtered for their efforts. Moments later, I was hit in the leg by a musket ball, and fell down onto the grass. I was rolled down the hill and abandoned. All the while the battle raged on above me. I heard some panicked shouts, and saw that the Americans had levered a cannon into place along the wall. The gun fired, and our lads began to retreat, leaving their dead and wounded behind them. Someone helped me up and helped me away. The surgeon looked at my leg and said it was only a scratch. I was put with the rest of our wounded in a tent. I'm told that the women will be joining us soon, so I will be with my Melanie once again. There's also talk that we're going to continue to siege the fort. Well, God help those who finally storm the fort.

God Save The King.


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