National Geographic : 1967 Aug
swamp, I finally stood beneath its crumbling sally port. This great, gray ghost never fired a shot or felt a shell, but today only the south wall with its empty gun-port eyes stands erect. With a flashlight I probed what remained of the bakery, the gun room with its cannon tracks, and a few vaulted chambers I could not identify. Tumbled rocks barred access to other Stygian apartments. I climbed to the 184 parapet and flushed a partridge from the wilderness of weeds and brush growing there. Decrepit as it is, Fort Montgomery serves as a monument to more than 150 years of peace between neighbors. Fences Set Limits for Cows and Men In the northeast corner of Champlain country, a county called Franklin spills down the Green Mountains, its fertile farmlands rolling all the way to the lake front.