There were many shooting galleries in Philadelphia wherein Jack had shown a knack of shooting with the rifle and pistol, which had won for him the Franklin medal for marksmanship.

In the back country the favorite amusement of himself and father had been shooting at a mark.
Somehow the boy managed to do a great deal of work and to find time for tramping in the woods along the Schuylkill and for skating and swimming with the other boys.

Mrs.Franklin and Mrs.Bache grew fond of Jack and before the new year came had begun to treat him with a kind of motherly affection.
William, the Doctor's son, who was the governor of the province of New Jersey, came to the house at Christmas time.

He was a silent, morose, dignified, self-seeking man, who astonished Jack with his rabid Toryism.

He nettled the boy by treating the opinions of the latter with smiling toleration and by calling his own father--the great Doctor--"a misguided man." Jack forged ahead, not only in the printer's art, but on toward the fulness of his strength.