Inside, Greenway Court was not devoid of comfort, and even of luxury. The main hall was open to the roof, and, like all the rooms in the house, the rafters were left bare, and the walls rough cast in a sort of brown plaster not unpleasing to the eye. In every room there was a huge fireplace with great iron fire-dogs. In some of the guest-chambers were the vast curtained beds of the period, but in Lord Fairfax’s own room was a small iron bedstead that he had used in his campaigns when a young man. His library communicated with his bedroom, and was by far the most luxurious room in the whole quaint building. It was lined with books from the door to the low ceiling--George had never seen so many books in all his life before. There were also a few portraits and one or two busts. Over the mantel two swords were crossed--one a cavalry sword, and the other a delicate rapier such as officers in the foot regiments used at that day. George’s eyes fell upon them as soon as he and the earl entered the room. “The sword was the one I had the honor to use in my campaigns under Marlborough, and the rapier”--here Lord Fairfax smiled a little--“I had concealed about me when I entered Bouchain in disguise.” After supper was over Lance showed George into a room with one of the gigantic four-posters in it. The floor was covered with bear-skins, and Billy was instructed to roll himself up in them for a bed, which he did with much satisfaction, with Rattler on top of him, as soon as George was in bed, which was not long in being accomplished. Next morning George was up and around early, looking about the place. He had never seen the mountains before, and was deeply impressed by their grandeur, but in his heart he preferred blue water. The scenery was even more striking in the blaze of the morning light than he had supposed. On every side, beyond the valley, giant peaks rose into the blue air, covered with vegetation to the very top. He understood then the profusion of bear-skins in the house, and thought what fine sport might be had in tracking big game through the deep gorges and dark forests of the region. Lance came up to him as he stood on the broad stone steps drinking in the wild beauty of the scene, and inhaling the keen, sharp air, so unlike the softness of the lowland atmosphere. “There is great sport hereabouts, Lance,” cried George. “Yes, sir; bears and Injuns, mostly--and rattlesnakes in season. Did you ever eat bear meat, Mr. Washington?” “No,” answered George; “but I have been told it is fine.” “I’ve got some, sir, for supper to-night. The bears have been feeding on persimmons and chinquapins and walnuts, and that always makes the meat of a good flavor.” “And how about the Indians?” asked George, smiling.