It was not long until he and George were the best of friends.  Often they would spend the morning together, talking or surveying; and in the afternoon they would ride out with servants and hounds, hunting foxes and making fine sport of it among the woods and hills.

And when Sir Thomas Fairfax saw how manly and brave his young friend was, and how very exact and careful in all that he did, he said:  “Here is a boy who gives promise of great things.  I can trust him.”

Before the winter was over he had made a bargain with George to survey his lands that lay beyond the Blue Ridge mountains.

I have already told you that at this time nearly all the country west of the mountains was a wild and unknown region.  In fact, all the western part of Virginia was an unbroken wilderness, with only here and there a hunter’s camp or the solitary hut of some daring woodsman.

But Sir Thomas hoped that by having the land surveyed, and some part of it laid out into farms, people might be persuaded to go there and settle.  And who in all the colony could do this work better than his young friend, George Washington?

It was a bright day in March, 1748, when George started out on his first trip across the mountains.  His only company was a young son of William Fairfax of Belvoir.

The two friends were mounted on good horses; and both had guns, for there was fine hunting in the woods.  It was nearly a hundred miles to the mountain-gap through which they passed into the country beyond.  As there were no roads, but only paths through the forest, they could not travel very fast.

After several days they reached the beautiful valley of the Shenandoah.  They now began their surveying.  They went up the river for some distance; then they crossed and went down on the other side.  At last they reached the Potomac River, near where Harper’s Ferry now stands.

At night they slept sometimes by a camp-fire in the woods, and sometimes in the rude hut of a settler or a hunter.  They were often wet and cold.  They cooked their meat by broiling it on sticks above the coals.  They ate without dishes, and drank water from the running streams.

One day they met a party of Indians, the first red men they had seen.  There were thirty of them, with their bodies painted in true savage style; for they were just going home from a war with some other tribe.

The Indians were very friendly to the young surveyors.  It was evening, and they built a huge fire under the trees.  Then they danced their war-dance around it, and sang and yelled and made hideous sport until far in the night.

To George and his friend it was a strange sight; but they were brave young men, and not likely to be afraid even though the danger had been greater.

They had many other adventures in the woods of which I cannot tell you in this little book—­shooting wild game, swimming rivers, climbing mountains.  But about the middle of April they returned in safety to Mount Vernon.