They visited the battle-ground first, then the place of surrender, with its interesting monument.
"We will look at the outside first," the Captain said, as they drew near it. "It is called the finest of its kind, and stands upon the crowning height of Burgoyne's intrenched camp."
"I wonder how high it is," Max said inquiringly, as they stood at some distance from the base, he with his head thrown back, his eyes fixed upon the top of the shaft.
"It is said to be more than four hundred and fifty feet above the level of the river," replied his father.
"Oh, I wonder if we couldn't see the battle-field from the top!" exclaimed Lulu, excitedly. "I suppose they'll let us climb up there, won't they, Papa?"
"Yes, for a consideration," returned the Captain, smiling at her eager look; "but first let us finish our survey of the outside."
"What kind of stone is this, sir?" asked Max, pointing to the base.
"Light granite," replied his father. "And the shaft is of dark granite, rough hewn, as you will notice."
"And there are gables," remarked Lulu,—"great high ones."