On arriving at New York, Benjamin applied to a well known printer, Mr. William Bradford, for work.
"Where are you from?" he inquired.
"From Boston," was Benjamin's reply.
"Used to the printing business?"
"Yes, that is my trade. I have worked at it several years."
"I am sorry I cannot employ you. Just now my business is small, and I have all the help I need."
"What do you think of the prospect of getting work at some other office in the town?" inquired Benjamin.
"Not very flattering, I am sorry to say. Dull times, my son, very dull indeed. But I can tell you where you can find employment, I think. My son carries on the printing business in Philadelphia, and one of his men died the other day. I think he would be glad to employ you."
"How far is it to Philadelphia?"
"It is a hundred miles," replied Mr. Bradford, "a much shorter distance than you have already travelled."