d into an open country, where they saw before
them the goal of their long journey.

Open fields lay before them, with houses and barns. Farther on there
lay a beautiful harbor, about five or six miles long and one mile
wide, with a narrow entrance into the outer sea, and an island which
commanded the entrance. Upon this island, and also on one side of the
entrance, were batteries, while on the side of the harbor on which
they were standing, and about two miles away, was another battery,
larger than either of these. At the farthest end of the harbor were
small houses of farmers or fishermen, with barns and cultivated
fields. In the harbor were some schooners and small fishing vessels,
and two large frigates.

But it was upon the end of the harbor nearest to themselves that
their eyes turned with the most pleasure. Here Louisbourg stood, its
walls and spires rising before them, and the flag of France floating
from the citadel. The town was about half a mile long, surrounded by
a stockade and occasional batteries. Upon the highest point the
citadel stood, with the guns peeping over the parapet. The path here
entered a road, which ran towards the town; and now, going to this
road, they went on, and soon reached the gate.

On entering the gate, they were stopped and questioned; but the
priest, who seemed to be known, easily satisfied his examiners, and
they were allowed to go on. They went along a wide street, which,
however, was unpaved, and lined on each side with houses of
unpretending appearance. Most of them were built of wood, some of
logs, one or two of stone. All were of small size, with small doors
and windows, and huge, stumpy chimneys. The street was straight, and
led to the citadel, in which was the governor's residence. Other
streets crossed at right angles with much regularity. There were a
few shops, but not many. Most of these were lower down, near the
water, and were of that class to which the soldiers and sailors
resorted. Outside the citadel was a large church, built of undressed
stone, and without any pretensions to architectural beauty. Beyond
this was the entrance to the citadel. This place was on the crest of
the hill, and was surrounded by a dry ditch and a wall. A drawbridge
led across the ditch to the gate. On reaching this place the party
had to stop, and the priest sent in his name to the governor or
commandant. After waiting some time, a message came to admit them.
Thereupon they all passed t