"I have lived long enough to find that out, young as I am," replied Benjamin; "and I expect to find constant use of that spirit in future. Good-bye, sir." "Good luck to you, wherever you go," added the landlord in a friendly tone. Benjamin was wet through before he had traveled a mile, and he began to wish that he had never left Boston; still he hastened on until he reached a "poor inn" about noon. His own description of that day is as follows: "It rained very hard all the day; I was thoroughly soaked, and by noon a good deal tired; so I stopped at a poor inn, where I staid all night, _beginning now to wish I had never left home_. I made so miserable a figure, too, that I found, by the questions asked me, I was suspected to be some runaway indentured servant, and in danger of being taken up on that suspicion." "Where are you from, young man?" "From Boston, sir." "Ah! you are a long way from home for such a youngster. What is your name?" "My name is Benjamin Franklin, and I am going to Philadelphia after work." "No work in Boston, I s'pose, hey? How long since you left?" "About a week. I did not expect to come further this way than New York, but I could find no work there." "No work in New York, hey? What sort of work do you do, that you find it so scarce?" "I am a printer by trade, and I hope to get into a printing office in Philadelphia." "Wall, you are a pretty young one to take such a trip; I should hardly be willing my son should go so far from home, printer or no printer." "I can afford to make such a trip, and even a longer one, if I can find steady work," suggested Benjamin. "Your father and mother living?" "Yes, sir." "How did they feel about your going so far from home?" "A father who loves to work as well as my father does always wants his sons to have enough to do," Benjamin replied, shrewdly evading the close question. "Nothing my father hates so much as idleness." "We all ought to hate it; but many men do not. In these times, can't keep above water without work." The landlord's last words indicated that his suspicions were somewhat allayed. Benjamin managed to answer all the questions of the innkeeper without increasing his suspicions. He ate and slept there, and on the following morning proceeded on his journey, and by night was within eight or ten miles of Burlington. Here he stopped at an inn kept by one Doctor Brown, "an ambulating quack-doctor" and a very social man. "How much further you going?" he inquired of Benjamin. "I am going to Philadelphia." "Where are you from?" "Boston." "Ah! I would like to see Boston; I never did. I have been in South America, England, and some other countries, but I was never in Boston." "It is a good town, and has many educated, intelligent citizens; it is a thriving place," said Benjamin. "I should like to see as much of the world as you have."