He told the captain and was so earnest in his manner, the course was ordered changed.

Less than 500 yards further down, the ugly bar showed up not five feet from the side of the raft, as it went gliding by.

The raftsman insisted on keeping the little fellow by his side until he was safely moored to the Pittsburgh shore; then as a reward for his services, presented Paul with a little flat boat about twelve feet long by five feet wide and ordered two of the crew to tow it with a skiff to the Alleghany side.
The generous present was most joyfully and thankfully received, for Paul's sole and only ambition for a long time had been to own a boat.
As the two sturdy oarsmen with the boat in tow, neared the Alleghany shore, Paul stood erect in the stern, his eyes shining with triumph and satisfaction, and loudly hailed his playmates to come and see his prize.

It is safe to say, that no commander of a vessel, ever viewed his craft with more pride, than Paul did his little flat-bottom boat.

He named her "Gray Eagle." He was ever tired of overhauling, scrubbing and cleaning her.