We of the city call it impregnable.

But come you in peace there, and I will show it you with joy." They parted with a smile and a warm clasp, little guessing how they would meet next.
The journey to Albany was uneventful.

The travellers met with no misadventures, and upon a sunny April evening drew near to the pleasant little town, smiling in the soft sunshine of a remarkably warm evening.
It presented a singularly peaceful appearance.

The fort was on the hill behind, and seemed to stand sentinel for the little township it was there to protect.

The wide grassy road ran down towards the river, its row of quaint Dutch houses broken by a group of finer and more imposing buildings, including the market, the guard house, the town hall, and two churches.
The houses were not built in rows, but each stood in its own garden, possessing its well, its green paddock, and its own overshadowing tree or trees.