Ben and Me Page #2

There was a small door in the front

so I could step out on the brim.

Thus, I was able to observe and offer

advice without being seen by others.

I say, isn't that young Franklin?

Why, yes.

Good day, Ben.

Good day, Mr., uh...

Governor Keith

and Dr. Palmer.

Governor Keith, Dr. Palmer.

I read your new paper, my boy.

Congratulations.

First-rate.

Keep up the good work, Ben.

Thank you, Excellency.

I shall do my best.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

I shall do my best.

- Bright young chap.

- Yes, indeed. Very alert.

Seems to know what's going on.

Just think,

the governor spoke to you.

See, Ben? People are beginning

to sit up and take notice.

Yes.

Oh, we're really getting someplace.

Nothing can stop us now.

Uh-oh.

Post, Ben, post.

How do you do, Mr. Post?

Oh, my goodness.

What have I done?

Amos?

Amos!

- Ahem.

- Amos!

As the years passed,

Ben's reputation grew.

Letters poured in

from all over the colonies.

Requests for money,

for information on inventions,

advice in business

and even for advice to the lovelorn.

I spent all my spare time

answering them.

Meanwhile, Ben puttered around

with his experiments.

Ahhh!

Amos, you should have seen yourself.

That was the funniest...

Amos, where are you going?

- I'm leaving!

- Leaving?

Oh, Amos,

can't you take a little joke?

Joke! You call this a joke?

I didn't mean it. Please don't go.

I won't do it again.

Well, no more tricks, now.

- Promise?

- I promise.

It was shortly thereafter

that Ben took up kite flying.

To the framework of his largest kite

he fastened a small box.

It was his idea that I become

the world's first flying reporter.

I was so enthralled

with the spectacle spread out below

that I failed to notice

a sharp pointed wire

fixed to the kite

just above my head.

I was the victim of a plot.

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Mercy.

Amos.

Speak to me.

Was it electricity?

"Was it electricity?"

Was it electricity!

Goodbye!

Goodbye, and forever!

Please, Amos, wait.

Amos!

Amos!

And so I left Ben

and returned to my family,

in the old church, in the vestry,

behind the paneling.

The years that followed

were troubled ones.

There were rumors

of violence and rebellion.

Loud talk against stamp taxes

and other outrages.

How about it, men?

Are we gonna stand for this?

- No!

- No taxation without representation!

During this crisis

Ben was chosen to go to England

to lay our case before the king.

Now, all the colonies

anxiously awaited his return.

Never seen

such a bad sign to lead.

- What happened?

- What about taxes?

Will he lift them?

What did the king say?

Gentlemen, I'm afraid

the mission was a failure.

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