was full of sounds of battle. But the wearied soldiers slept in
their tents, and by day worked might and main at the task of making
good their position. They extended the line of their camp, they
built redoubts and blockhouses, they routed skirmishing parties of
Indians and Acadians hiding in the woods and spying upon them, and
they strengthened their position day by day, till it became too
strong a one for the enemy to dare to approach.

Every day the men toiled at their task, cheered by items of news
from the shore. The battery on Goat Island was silenced, after many
days of hot fire from the English frigates. A French vessel had
fired in the harbour, and had been burned to the water's edge. The
garrison had sent a frigate with dispatches pressing for aid to
their governor in Canada. The frigate and dispatches fell into the
hands of the English, and much valuable information was gleaned
therefrom.

And day by day the camp stretched out in a semicircle behind the
town. It was a difficult task to construct it; for a marsh lay
before them, and the road could only be made at the cost of
tremendous labour, and often the fire of the enemy disturbed the
men at their work.

Wolfe was the life and soul of the camp all through this piece of
arduous work. If he could not handle pick and shovel like some, his
quick eye always saw the best course to pursue, and his keen
insight was invaluable in the direction of operations. Ill or well,
he was with and amongst his men every day and all day long, the
friend of each and every one, noticing each man's work, giving
praise to industry and skill, cheering, encouraging, inspiring. Not
a soldier but felt that the young officer was his personal friend;
not a man but would most willingly and gladly have borne for him
some of that physical suffering which at times was written all too
clearly in his wasted face.

"Nay, it is nothing," he would say to his companions, when they
strove to make him spare himself; "I am happier amongst you all. I
can always get through the day's work somehow. In my tent I brood
and rebel against this crazy carcass of mine; but out here, in the
stir and the strife, I can go nigh to forget it."

But Wolfe was soon to have a task set him quite to his liking. He
came to his quarters one day with eager, shining eyes; and so soon
as he saw him, Julian knew that he had news to tell.

"The batteries upon Lighthouse Point are next to be silenced. We
must gain the