A few nights later the Indian allies were loosed against Buffalo and Black Rock and ravaged thirty miles of frontier.

The settlements were helpless.

The Government had made not the slightest attempt to protect or defend them.
The war had come to the end of its second year, and by land the United States had done no more than to regain what Hull lost at Detroit.

The conquest of Canada was a shattered illusion, a sorry tale of wasted energy, misdirected armies, sordid intrigue, lack of organization.

A few worthless generals had been swept into the rubbish heap where they belonged, and this was the chief item on the credit side of the ledger.
The state militia system had been found wanting; raw levies, defying authority and miserably cared for, had been squandered against a few thousand disciplined British regulars.