Benjamin Franklin did not have a very happy life with his brother James.
His brother was a hard master, and was always finding fault with his
workmen. Sometimes he would beat young Benjamin and abuse him without
cause.
When Benjamin was nearly seventeen years old he made up his mind that
he would not endure this treatment any longer.
He told his brother that he would leave him and find work with some one
else.
When his brother learned that he really meant to do this, he went round
to all the other printers in Boston and persuaded them not to give
Benjamin any work.
The father took James's part, and scolded Benjamin for being so saucy
and so hard to please. But Benjamin would not go back to James's
printing house.
He made up his mind that since he could not find work in Boston he would
run away from his home. He would go to New York and look for work there.
He sold his books to raise a little money. Then, without saying good-bye
to his father or mother or any of his brothers or sisters, he went on
board a ship that was just ready to sail from the harbor.
It is not likely that he was very happy while doing this. Long
afterwards he said: "I reckon this as one of the first _errata_ of my
life."