They Are a Breed Apart and Make No Sense

U.S. and Canadian history are more intertwined than people realize. A contingent of the Continental Army was briefly based in Montreal in 1775-76 in an effort to recruit Canadians to the revolutionary cause. Learned a lot about our shared history at the Château Ramezay Museum. pic.twitter.com/ITO3ntR6Wu

— Ambassador Pete Hoekstra (@USAmbCanada) June 18, 2026

From the people who told us that J6 was a day of love, here is what they call "an effort to recruit Canadians":

As he approached the Palace Gate on Quebec’s northern shoulder, Arnold swung into Dog Lane to follow the wall toward the Lower Town. The parapet overhead immediately erupted in muzzle flashes and ferocious musketry, raking the Americans with plunging fire from the Royal Navy Battalion. “We advanced as fast as we could … but was obliged to leave our field piece,” a gunner later told his journal. The sled and 6-pounder were abandoned in a snowdrift. Hunched men instinctively narrowed their shoulders and hurried forward, unable to see anything above the high gray wall except that fatal winking.
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Captain Jonas Hubbard, who had survived Bunker Hill, would not survive Dog Lane. He too fell, mortally wounded. “March on,” he called, “march on.”

March on they did, for six hundred yards before the lane bent south into the dim labyrinth of the Lower Town. Ahead loomed the first barrier, a ten-foot wooden wall with musket loopholes. Arnold had no sooner ordered his men to prop ladders against the barricade than he crumpled to the ground: a bullet fragment had sliced through his left leg below the knee, lodging in the calf muscle above his heel. Bleeding badly and in excruciating pain, he shouted encouragement through gritted teeth while hobbling to the rear with help from two men, who carried him the final mile to Dr. Senter’s surgery table at the convent hospital.
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The Holland House plan called for Arnold to rendezvous with Montgomery at this spot before advancing uphill. Not only had casualties reduced the column, but as many as two hundred men had lost their way in the snowstorm and were wandering around the docks, sheds, and riverine warehouses. Wet firelocks needed to be dried; prisoners required careful watching.

A strange tranquillity settled over the Lower Town as the order was passed to each company: wait here for General Montgomery and his men. “I was overruled by hard reasoning,” Morgan later said. “To these arguments, I sacrificed my own opinion and lost the town.”

Consistent with our anti-Catholic bigotry, at least.  Anyway, if you want more on our Recruiting Mission to Quebec, here's the Wikipedia article.

More importantly, though, I just noticed that I had the wrong link on a footnote in one of my old posts, which of course I can no longer edit since Typepad is deader than Captain Jonas Hubbard.  The exchange I had in mind in Last of the Mohicans, from which this post's title is derived:

Hawkeye: My father warned me about you...

Cora Munro: [interupting] Your Father?

Hawkeye: Chingachgook, he warned me about people like you.

Cora Munro: Oh, he did?

Hawkeye: He said "Do not try to understand them".

Cora Munro: What?

Hawkeye: Yes, and, "do not try to make them understand you. That is because they are a breed apart and make no sense".

Followed by:

Cora Munro: A breed apart, we make no sense?

Hawkeye: In your particular case, Miss, I'd make an allowance.

Cora Munro: Thank you so much.

Seems fitting in the context.

Selah.