A Virginian, who said his name was Grimes, had a heavy boat filled with vegetables, and Harry was welcome as a helper.
"It's a dollar for you," said Grimes, who did not trouble to ask the boy his name, "an' here are your oars." The two, pulling strongly, shot the boat out into the stream, and then rowed in a diagonal line for the city, which rose up brilliant and great in the moonlight.

Other boats were in the river, but they paid no attention to the barge, loaded with produce, and rowed by two innocent countrymen.

They soon reached the Washington shore, and Grimes handed Harry a silver dollar.
"You're a strong young fellow," he said, "an' I guess you've earned the money.

My farm is only four miles up the river an' thar's goin' to be a big market for all I kin raise.

I need a good han' to help me work it.
How'd you like to come with me an' take a good job, while them that don't know no better go ahead an' do the fightin' ?" "Thank you for your offer," replied Harry, "but I've got business to attend to in Washington." He slipped the dollar into his pocket, because he had earned it honestly, and entered Washington, just as the rising sun began to gild domes and roofs.