The garrison at Detroit was commanded by Major Gladwin, a young British
officer, who had taken an active part in the war with the French,
and had been at Detroit for nearly a year. He had eight officers and
one hundred and twenty men in his command; and besides the Canadian
residents, whose white cottages lined either bank of the river, there
were about forty fur traders at the settlement. The original stockade
had been several times enlarged since Cadillac’s day, once recently
during the three years of English occupation. It contained about a
hundred small houses, a well-built group of barracks, a council house,
and a church. Three rows of pickets, twenty-five feet high, with large
gateways surmounted by blockhouses for observation and defence, had
taken the place of the original twelve-foot fence. Within each gateway,
which was closed at sunset, was a small wicket, through which one
person could enter at a time. This was kept open until nine o’clock.
The fort was protected by three small cannon, one carrying three-pound
balls, the other two six-pounders; but these guns were badly mounted
and better calculated to terrify the Indians than to render much actual
assistance. Far more effective were the two small vessels, the _Beaver_
and the _Gladwin_, which lay anchored in the stream.
At a council on the 27th of April, 1763, Pontiac inflamed the minds
of his hearers by reporting a vision vouchsafed to him by the Great
Spirit, who asked him why the Indians suffered these English,--“these
dogs dressed in red,”--to dwell among them. The first step of his plan,
as he unfolded it to his warriors, was to spy out the land. On May-day,
1760, forty men of the Ottawa tribe, purporting to have returned from
their winter hunting-grounds, went to the fort and asked permission
to dance the calumet dance before the English officers. They were
admitted, and while thirty of them danced, the remaining ten strolled
about and noted every detail of the defence, all retiring at the close
without rousing any suspicion in the minds of their hosts.
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