the boat moved slow, the train moved fast, and I didn't get a good look
at the boy who was driving the mules. I couldn't be sure whether he'd
made a face at me or not, but I think he did.

Then by and by on the other side of the train came a great big river,
all fast and running along and some bubbling-up places in it where rocks
stood up. Aunty May said those were rapids and this was the Delaware
River, the one Washington crossed.

I think more of him than ever, now I've seen the river, for it's good
and wide and it must have been a cold job getting over it. I told Aunty
May I hoped it wasn't at the rapids he tried to cross, and she said,
"Oh, no," and "I'll show you," and presently the train stopped and the
conductor said, "Washington's Crossing," There was a big tree, where he
could have tied a boat if he'd wanted to. Aunty May said maybe he did;
and a white house where I guess the soldiers got something to eat and
drink. Anyway, I hoped so. Aunty May said she'd never asked, so she
couldn't say, positively, as it was so long ago, but it wouldn't hurt to
think they did. So I imagined it that way.

Then our train stopped at a station and we got out. I hadn't been ready
for its stopping, and I got so busy getting my things on, and getting my
bag in my hand, that I didn't hear the name of it, and I asked Aunty May
if it was East Penniwell, and she said, "Oh, no, this is Scrubbsville,
New Jersey, and East Penniwell is in Pennsylvania."

"Will we get into another train, then?" I asked, and Aunty May laughed
and said, "Oh, no, just wait and see." Then we got off and walked down,
carrying our bags, to a big bridge right over the Delaware.