Nature here had done wonders for the defense.

With its mighty river and mighty cliffs it seemed that a capable general and a capable army could hold the city forever.
"Aye, it's strong, Lennox," said Charteris, who read his thoughts.
"General Wolfe, as I know, has written back to England that it's the strongest place in the world, and he may be right, but we've had some successes here, mingled with some failures.

Aside from the Battle of Montmorency most of the land fighting has been in our favor, and our command of the river through our fleet is a powerful factor in our favor.

Yet, the short Quebec summer draws to a close, and if we take the city we must take it soon.

General Wolfe is lying ill again in a farm house, but his spirit is not quenched and all our operations are directed from his sick bed." As Charteris spoke, the batteries on the Heights of Levis opened again, pouring round shot, grape and canister upon the Lower Town.