By the next spring they had built a flour mill, turned by a little river. Demonts returns to France. While he’s away 400 fighting Natives amass near Port Royal under the ‘sachem’ Mambertou. The Natives built an impressive camp; equally impressive is the detail of Miss Grove’s description:
“Their camp was laid out with great regularity, and enclosed with a high wicker fence, made of tall slender trees, sharpened at the ends and driven into the ground, and then interwoven with others, until the whole became quite a strong wall… within the wall, in the centre of the enclosure was a large tent where the chiefs met to talk about their plans, and the cabins of each district, situated a little apart from the rest, occupied the remainder of the space.” “You must think of a river all covered with canoes, a great many (400) strong Indians with their weapons, and the chiefs, looking very proud and fierce, and Mambertou at the head of the whole. So they sailed across the Bay of Fundy, and joined some other Indians collected on the river St. John.” “Yes, it was the greatest Indian army they had ever seen, and you may suppose the French felt both wonder and pleasure as they stood on the ramparts at Port Royal, and saw all the canoes pass by, one after the other. They were going to the South, to fight against other Indians who lived near Cape Cod.” Mambertou returned from his battle (victorious) before Pontrincourt’s departure.