In 1678 the French built a fort on the Niagara River, just a few miles from the falls, to protect their ‘interests’. This means, “keep the Iroquois from kicking their tails.” Since that time, the fort has been attacked by the British, and then the Americans, and then the British again.
Everyone else has been able to capture the fort, so I thought I would give it a shot.
Like most good battle plans, I started with surprise. I planned to attack before dawn… but I slept through the alarm and settled for attacking 15 minutes before closing.
While the cannons were unmanned, as were the gun ports, it looked as if someone had recently mowed the lawn.
One drawback to invading just before closing, is bad service. The French opened a trading post in the fort in hopes that they would win favor with the local Iroquois. If they got the same service I did, they would have sided with the British.
With the tomahawk I got from the trading post, I began ferreting out any remaining defenders from their strongholds.
Having assumed complete control of the fort I settled in and started giving orders.
Of course when you single handedly capture an undefended fort, there is no one to carry out your orders. Now according to all the movies I have watched, the French arent much for fighting. They more enjoy the finer things. I enjoyed their chair. Of course I have also learned from movies that that is an English crest on the wall.
I tired of giving orderes to no one, so decided to do what all armies do when they have nothing to do; march. As I left my comfortable and protected command post I found the one remaining defender. Unlike me, he had a gun.
Finding myself outgunned I changed tactics and tried a little diplomacy. Turns out he wasn’t French at all. He was Canadian. His father is a fur trader, not a reenactor, a real fur trader. We swapped stories about trapping, skinning, and tipis. I am no stranger to mountain men, but I would chalk this up to my first encounter with an eastern woodsman. Eastern woodsmen have cooler accents. I came to find we had very similar backgrounds and interests so, being the magnanimous man I am, I captured him, appointed him my second, and left him in control of the fort as I moved on to inspect the falls.