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tunnel. If ever we walked in the footsteps of heroes of old, we did so here. The boys called our attention to a bronze plaque listing some: Washington, Arnold, Burgoyne, Benjamin Franklin, Horatio Gates, "Mad Anthony" Wayne, Thaddeus Kosciuszko, Lord Jeffrey Amherst. And at the end, this sentence: "You who tread in their footsteps, remem ber their glory." Passing into the Place d'Armes, we entered a barracks-museum crammed with relics, many dug up during the restoration-weapons, pot tery, hardware, regimental buttons. We saw Ethan Allen's own blunderbuss and a tattered Revolutionary battle flag with 13 stars. Cannon, some of them original, stud the fort walls. Colonel Hamilton keeps a saluting battery in shooting order, and during the sum mer months fires four times daily for visitors, who number nearly 200,000 a year. The hour for the cannonade approached. At this moment White Mist stood in for the fort to pick us up. "Hey, there's a target!" I overheard the colonel say. "Drop a gun wad on our friend's sailboat and win a case of beer!" The cannon roared (next page). An aston ished Nat Kenney, skipper pro tem, jibed White Mist all standing and fled into the lake. Trailing a shower of sparks, the paper wads fell far short. We had glorious sailing in 110-mile-long Champlain. Each day the wind came big and strong out of the south. White Mist wore her 21 ODACHROMES BYEDWINSTUARTGROSVENOR(BELOW)ANDROBERTW. MADDEN( N.G.S.