The scene is known to-day for one of the fairest in the world. Populous cities lie near it, and pour their holiday-makers upon it through the summer season. Trains whistle along the shore under its forests; pleasure-steamers, dth music on their decks, shoot across bays churned of old by the paddles of war canoes ;from wildernesses where Indians lurked in ambush smile neat hotels, white-walled, with green shutters and deep verandahs ;and lovers, wandering among the hemlocks, happen on a clearing with a few turfed mounds, and seat themselves on these last ruins of an ancient fort, nor care to remember even its name. Behind them behind the Adirondacks and the Green Mountains and pushed but a little way back in these hundred-and-fifty years, lies the primeval forest, trodden no longer now by the wasting redman, but untamed yet, almost unhandselled. And still, as the holiday-makers leave it, winter closes down on the lakeside and wraps it in silence, broken by the loons cry or the crash of a snow-laden tree deep in the forest the same sounds, the same aching silence, endured by French and English garrisons watching each other and the winter through in Fort Carillon or Fort William Henry. The worlds great age begins anew. ... It begins anew, and hourly, wherever hearts are high and youth sets out with bright ej-es to meet his fate. It began anew for Ensign John a Cleeve on this morning of July 5,1758 ;it was sounded up by bugles, shattering the forest silence ;it breathed in the wind of the boats speed, shaking the silken flag above him.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically impo