RED ROWAN
(seated on bearskin, looking at fire).
Folks call me Red Rowan.
WASHINGTON.
My name is Washington. George Washington.
RED ROWAN
(still looking at the fire).
You have a shrewd fire, and the air is chill in these mountains.
WASHINGTON.
Will you not have some bacon and bread? I wish there were more to offer you.
RED ROWAN
I'll have a taste of the bacon and a morsel of bread. (Washington begins to prepare them). I thank you.