“Pointe à la Chevelure,” Brandt declared as he reached Duncan’s side. The corporal had lost much of his absentmindedness during their journey, as if he were slowly becoming a ranger again, though there were still moments when he drifted away to one of his past battles. “First time I come here, there was a couple dozen houses here, old French style, some even with thatched roofs. French families had been living here for thirty, forty years.”
Duncan studied the settlement more closely, seeing now that some of the houses were indeed old and weathered. Brandt had a powder horn with the chimney rock etched on it. Chisholm had one with an outline of Lake Champlain on it, with only one location marked. Duncan had wondered why it would not show the forts at Crown Point or Ticonderoga, why it had
