The two days’ journey that followed were very much like the first
day--an early start, two hours’ rest in the middle of the day, and
the night spent at a road-side tavern. On the third day they left
civilization behind them, and their midday rest was spent in the woods.
They were then upon a lower spur of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The road
for the first two days had been fairly good, but on the third day the
four roans had all they could do to haul the heavy coach up and down
the rough highway. They stood to their work gallantly, though, and
Lord Fairfax remarked that the coach could go twenty miles farther
up the mountain, where he had a hunting-lodge--a sort of outpost for
Greenway Court, and where the coach was stored. Glorious weather had
followed them. The air was keener and colder than in the low country,
and Lance produced a huge furred mantle, in which he wrapped Lord
Fairfax, who sat and read unconcernedly while the coach rolled and
jerked and bumped along. George was glad to make half his day’s travel
on horseback, and the exercise, as a warmer-up, was so much better than
the earl’s fur mantle that he felt sometimes like suggesting a gallop
to Lord Fairfax. But he had the wit to keep his suggestions to himself,
knowing that older men can do their own thinking much better than it
can be done for them by fifteen-year-old boys. George had enjoyed every
moment of the trip so far. His attacks of homesickness were few, and
he got over them by the philosophical reflection that he would have
been cruelly disappointed if his mother had not allowed him to come.
He began a letter to his mother, writing a little every day, so that
if he had a chance to visit the low country it would be all ready to
send at a moment’s notice. He was very happy. He had in prospect a new
and delightful experience in travel and association. When that was over
he had the cheerful hospitality and honest gayety of his Christmas at
Mount Vernon to look forward to with his brother and his sister-in-law,
whom he dearly loved, and dear little Betty; and after that a return
home, where he fitted naturally and easily into the position of his
mother’s best helper and counsellor.
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