Transcriber's Notes: 1. Page scan source: Web Archive https://archive.org/details/ticonderogastory00jameuoft (University of Toronto) [Book Cover: Ticonderoga By G. P. R. JAMES] [Illustration By J. Watson Davis: As a tall dark figure gilded into the room, Lord H---- drew Edith suddenly back and placed himself before her. Page 99. _Frontispiece_. --_Ticonderoga_] ----------------------------------------------------- _A Story of Early Frontier Life in the Mohawk Valley_ ----------------------------------------------------- _By G. P. R. JAMES_ _Author of "Darnley, A Romance of the times of Henry VIII."; "Richelieu, A Tale of France in the Reign of King Louis XIII_." ----------------------------------------------------- A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK ----------------------------------------------------- TICONDEROGA CHAPTER I The house was a neat, though a lowly one. It bore traces of newness, for the bark on the trunks which supported the little veranda had not yet mouldered away. Nevertheless, it was not built by the owner's own hands; for when he came there he had much to learn in the rougher arts of life; but with a carpenter from a village some nine miles off, he had aided to raise the building and directed the construction by his own taste. The result was satisfactory to him; and, what was more, in his eyes, was satisfactory to the two whom he loved best--at least, it seemed satisfactory to them, although those who knew them, even not so well as he did, might have doubted, and yet loved them all the better. The door of the house was open, and custom admitted every visitor freely, whatever was his errand. It was a strange state of society that, in which men, though taught by daily experience that precaution was necessary, took none. They held themselves occasionally ready to repel open assault, which was rare, and neglected every safeguard against insidious attack, which was much more common. It was the custom of the few who visited that secluded spot to enter without ceremony, and to search in any or every room in the house for some one of the inhabitants. But on this occasion the horse that came up the road stopped at the gate of the little fence, and the traveler, whoever he was, when he reached the door after dismounting, knocked with his whip before he entered.