ll, but by a captain of Hull's spies.
This officer--one hates to describe him as a white man--wrote his wife,
he "had the pleasure of tearing a scalp from the head of a British
redskin," and related at length the brutal details of his methods. They
were those of a wild beast. "The first stroke of the tomahawk," Hull had
stated in his proclamation, "the first attempt with the scalping-knife,
will be the signal of a scene of desolation." Yet the first scalp taken
in the Detroit campaign was by one of his own officers!

Brock knew that the valorous Hull, dismayed at the advance of the
British, had recrossed the river with all but 250 of his men and was
hard at work on the defences of Fort Shelby, behind which he had
retired. Brock also knew of the affair at Brownstown, where the Indian
chief Tecumseh, with twenty-five warriors, had separated himself from
Major Muir's detachment, sent to intercept a transport on its way from
Ohio to Detroit with supplies for Hull. He had been told of the
stratagem by which the great Shawanese warrior had ambushed the 200
American soldiers, near the Raisin River, who had marched from Detroit
to escort this convoy and the mails. Seven American officers were killed
at the Raisin, twelve of all ranks wounded, and seventy reported missing
after the fight. In addition to the provision train, Tecumseh captured
what was of much greater importance, another batch of Hull's despondent
despatches. It was here that swift justice overtook the scalping Captain
McCullough, of Hull's spies, who himself met with the fate of his former
victim--the fate he deserved.

Brock also received despatches describing the daring attack by
Lieutenant Roulette, of the provincial marine, who in a small boat with
a handful of men had boarded and seized in the Detroit River a brigade
of eleven batteaux! These, loaded with food, were on their way from
Black Rock, and now carried fifty-six wounded American soldiers and two
English prisoners. This bold feat of "cutting out" took place under the
eyes of an armed escort of 250 American soldiers marching along the
river bank.

Messengers from Procter had also informed Brock of the fight at
Maguagua, fourteen miles below Detroit. It was here that Muir, with 200
regulars and militia and less than 200 Indians, instead of waiting to be
attacked, recklessly assailed a force of 600 Americans who were halted
on the edge of the oak forest, supported by two six-pounder guns.
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