SQUIRE GEORGE WASHINGTON, late colonel in the provincial forces of Virginia and now gentleman farmer and speculator in western lands, looked gravely across the table at the handsome young medico who was recounting tales of his adventures at the siege of Martinico in 1762. They were in the taproom of that "very good house of entertainment" kept by Samuel Semple at the corner of Water and Ferry Streets in Pittsburgh, and the company included a dozen gentlemen of town and garrison who were being wined and dined by Colonel Washington in return for their attentions to him. The Virginian's eyes slowly traveled about the circle of guests. Colonel Aeneas Mackay (stouter and less fiery than at Fort Necessity) wore on his ruddy Scots countenance an expression half amused, half cynical; Devereux Smith was striving to conceal distaste; the seamed features of Washington's oldtime enemy, George Croghan, softened with something akin to pride in the ready flow of anecdote falling from the lips of the speaker; and the puffy features of mine host bore an expression that was almost adoration. Young Dr. Connolly was a gentleman of native distinction, reflected Washington, and old Croghan was right in being proud of his nephew and Mr. Semple of his son-in-law.