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the ripe age of
sixteen was ready to sling his somewhat crude surveyor's instruments
across his shoulder and subdue the wilderness. It promised excitement
and adventure--and the work was well paid.
Washington was even then a strapping big fellow, tall and muscular,
and nearly six feet in height. He afterwards exceeded this height, but at
sixteen there were naturally some hollows which remained to be filled
out. He is described as having a well-shaped, active figure, symmetrical
except for the unusual length of his arms, indicating great strength. His
light brown hair was drawn back from a broad forehead, and
grayish-blue eyes looked happily and perhaps soberly on the pleasant
Virginia hills and valleys. His face was open and manly, set off by a
square, massive jaw, and a general expression of calmness and strength.
"Fair and florid, big and strong, he was, take him for all in all, as fine a
specimen of his race as could be found in the English colonies."
It was at this turning point in his career that Washington was fortunate
in finding a friend and protector in Lord Fairfax, whose daughter was
the wife of Lawrence Washington. This distinguished old veteran, a
long-time friend of the Washington family, took a particular fancy to
the young man. They hunted the fox together, and hunted him hard. In
those days fox-hunting was no kid glove and pink tea affair. It was one
of many perilous outdoor sports that frontier Virginia could afford; and
as they hunted, the old English nobleman had opportunity to learn what
sort of stuff this young Virginian was made of. He saw that here was a
union of sturdy qualities upon which he could rely.

Lord Fairfax then owned, by kingly grant, a vast estate stretching
across the Blue Ridge into the untrodden wilderness. Until the estate
was properly surveyed, it would be subject to endless lawsuits. We can
imagine the following conversation on one of their helter-skelter rides
together:
"What are you studying now, George?"
"Mathematics, sir."
"Humph! Like it?"
"In part--but some of it is stiff."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Well, sir," hesitated George, "since my mother objects to my going
into the navy, I thought I would turn my hand at surveying. There's lots
to be done around here."
"The very thing! I think I could use you, myself. When you are ready
let me know, and I'll send you over the hill yonder to mark out where
Fairfax starts, and where he ends. My cousin George will go with you."
So, in some such fashion it was arranged, and in the spring of 1748,
George Fairfax and George Washington set forth on their adventures.
The Virginia mountains were just budding forth in the freshness of
spring when they started out by way of Ashby's Gap, in the Blue Ridge,
entering the valley of Virginia. Thence they worked through the
Shenandoah region, crossing the swollen Potomac and surveying the
hilly country of what is now Frederick County.
It was a rough and hazardous trip lasting over a month, but one that left
them fit and seasoned woodsmen. They had learned what it was to shift
for themselves; to defend themselves against prowling beasts in an
untrodden wilderness; to swim swollen currents; to be wet and cold and
hungry; to come suddenly upon a war party of Indians, who would not
have scrupled to kill them, had the savages known that these two

youths were plotting and dividing up the hunting grounds which they
claimed as their own.
That all these things were a part of their experience we note from
jottings made briefly but methodically by Washington in his diary of
the trip. As to the survey itself, a Virginia title attorney remarked, many
years afterward, that in clearing up old titles the lines surveyed by
Washington were more reliable than any others of their day.
Lord Fairfax was so pleased with its results that he procured for his
protégé an appointment as public surveyor. It was his induction into
three years of hard frontier life, which was the finest possible schooling
to him, for his later career as soldier. We find him writing to a friend:
"Since you received my letter of October last, I have not slept above
three or four nights in a bed, but after walking a good deal all the day, I
have lain down before the fire upon a little hay, straw, fodder, or a
bearskin, whichever was to be had, with man, wife, and children, like
dogs and cats; and happy is he who gets the berth nearest the fire.
Nothing would make it pass off tolerably but a good reward. A
doubloon is my constant gain every day that the weather will permit of
my going out, and