Many of the Bostonnais, seized in their fields, had been brought here as prisoners to be returned home only after years, or never.

From this citadel, too, poured the stream of arms and presents for the Indians who were to lie in ambush along the English border, or to make murderous incursions upon the villages.

From it flowed the countless dangers that had threatened the northern provinces almost continually for a century and a half.

The Bostonnais themselves, mark of the initiative and energy that were to distinguish them so greatly later on, made a mighty effort against it, and doubtless would have succeeded, had they been allowed to carry the fight to a finish.
No man from New York or New England could look upon it without a mingling of powerful emotions.

It was the Carthage to their Rome.