This having been done, and a bridge thrown over the river by an able officer of the name of Bradstreet, the army was moved up, and encamped at this place prior to the assault of the fort.

Rogers and his Rangers had reconnoitred the whole place, and were eager to tell their tale.
Fort Ticonderoga occupied a triangular promontory, washed upon two sides by the waters of Lake Champlain and the river-like extremity of Lake George.

The landward approach was guarded by a strong rampart of felled trees, which the soldiers had formed into a breastwork and abattis which might almost be called musket-proof.
So at least Rogers and his men had judged.

They had watched the French at their task, and had good reason to know the solid protection given to the men behind by a rampart of this sort.
He was therefore all eagerness for the cannon to be brought up from the lake.
"The artillery will make short work of it, General," he said, in his bluff, abrupt fashion.

"It will come rattling about their heads, and they must take to the walls behind, and these will soon give way before a steady cannonade.