Josiah Franklin was now ready to go, and the party started. Josiah carried a lantern, and little Benjamin the foot stove with the coals. As they walked along they met other people with lanterns and foot stoves. Uncle Benjamin felt hurt at what Jamie had said, so he proceeded to encourage the boy as they went along. "If you could invent a stove that would warm the whole church, you would have a _projected_ life, for example," said he. "Have I a chance?" asked again the future inventor of the Franklin stove. "Or if you could print something original that might live; or found a society to study science--something might come out of that; or could make some scheme for a better government of the people in these parts; but that would be too great for you. There I go!" Uncle Benjamin stumbled. Little Ben helped him up. They came to the South Church, where many lanterns, foot stoves, and tallow dips were gathered, and shadowy forms were moving to and fro. Little Ben set down the stove in the pew. The lecture began. He heard the minister read the sublime passage of the ancient poem beginning, "Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said." He heard about the "morning stars singing together," the "sweet influences of Pleiades," and the question, "Canst thou bind the sea?" The boy asked, "Have I a chance? have I a chance?" The discouraging words of Jamie the Scotchman hung over his mind like a cloud. The influence of the coals led Josiah Franklin to slumberland after his hard day's work. Little Ben saw his father nod and nod. But Uncle Benjamin was in the Orient with the minister, having a hard experience for the good of life with the patriarch Job. "Have I a chance?" The boy shed tears. If he had not gifts, he knew that he had personality, but there was something stirring within him that led his thoughts to seek the good of others. The nine-o'clock bell rang. The lecture was over. "Good--wasn't it?" said Jamie the Scotchman as they went out of the church and looked down to the harbor glimmering under the moon and stars, and added: "Ben, you will be sure to have one thing to spur you on to lead that 'projected life' your Uncle Benjamin tells about." "What is that, sir?" "A hard time, like Job--a mighty hard time." "The true way to knowledge," said Uncle Benjamin encouragingly. Uncle Benjamin felt a hand in his great mitten. It was little Ben's. The confidence touched his heart. "Ben, you are as likely to have a projected life as anybody. A man rises by overcoming his defects. Strength comes in that way." Little Ben went through the jingling door with a heart now heavy, now light. He set down the lantern, and climbed up to his bed under the roof. He was soon in bed, the question, "Have I a chance?" still haunting him.