and learn what the French were doing on the Allegheny. Many of the heights over which Washington passed on that rough ride look today much as they did a century and a half ago—for a century is a short period in the depths of the Alleghanies. And as you peer into the valley where the once famous Cumberland Road winds along, you will remember that it became the realization of the youthful Virginian's earliest dream; for while moving westward over the Indian path in 1752, Washington was already planning a highway which should bind the East and the West—a dream that so wonderfully came true when the next century was only eighteen years of age.
In the year after, Washington led over this same narrow path the little vanguard which in the intense stillness of these mountains should open with a savage roll of musketry the momentous war which could never end until in far Quebec, Wolfe laid down his life at the cry of victory. On the hillside to the south you may look down upon the waving grasses of Great Meadows where faint mounds of earth still
