At night, the French were heard advancing again, the sound coming from all sides.  The garrison stood to their arms, believing that this time the real attack was about to be made.

Nearer and nearer came the sound, and the garrison, who could see nothing in the pitchy darkness, fired wherever they could hear a sound.  Presently a bright light burst up.  The redskins, provided with faggots of resinous sticks, had crept up towards some buildings, consisting of several store houses, a hospital, and saw mill, and the huts and tents of the rangers, and, having placed their torches against them, set them on fire and instantly retreated.  The garrison could do nothing to save the buildings, as their efforts, in the absence of water, must be unavailing, and they would have been shot down by the foe lying beyond the circle of light.  They therefore remained lying behind the entrenchment, firing wherever they heard the slightest sound, and momentarily expecting an attack; but morning came without the French advancing, and the garrison were then able to give their whole attention to saving the buildings in the fort.

Some great wood stacks had now ignited, and the burning embers fell thickly on the huts, and for some hours it was only by the greatest exertions that the troops were able to save the buildings from destruction.  Every moment they expected to be attacked, for, had the French advanced, the huts must have been left to themselves, in which case the garrison would have found themselves shelterless, and all their provisions and stores would have been consumed; but before noon the danger was over, for not only had the fires begun to burn low, but a heavy snow storm set in.  All day it continued.

“Now would be the time for them to attack,” James Walsham said to his lieutenant.  “We can scarce see twenty yards away.”

“Now is their chance,” Edwards agreed; “but I don’t believe in their attacking.  I can’t think who they have got in command.  He ought to be shot, a man with such a force as he has, hanging about here for four days when he could have carried the place, with a rush, any moment.”

“No, I don’t think they will attack,” James replied.  “Men who will stop to light a fire to warm themselves, within sight of an enemy’s fort they want to surprise, are not likely to venture out of shelter of their blankets in such a snow as this.”

All day and all night the snow came down, till the ground was covered to a depth of over three feet.  Early on Tuesday morning, twenty volunteers of the French regulars made a bold attempt to burn a sloop building on the stocks, with several storehouses and other structures near the water, and some hundreds of boats and canoes which were ranged near them.  They succeeded in firing the sloop, and some buildings, but James, with his scouts, sallied out and forced them to retreat, with the loss of five of their number; and, by pulling down some of the huts, prevented the fire spreading.