"No, uncle. There's a good many places besides Hampton in the
world."

"So there is, Ben," answered Uncle Job, with a disregard of grammar
more excusable than his nephew's, for he had never had any special
educational advantages,-"so there is, but you don't know anybody in
them other places."

"It won't take me long to get acquainted," returned Ben, not at all
disturbed by this consideration.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to California."

"Gracious sakes! Want to go to California!" gasped Job. "What put
that idee into your head?"

"A good many people are going there, and there's a chance to get
rich quick out among the gold-mines."

"But you're only a boy."

"I'm a pretty large boy, Uncle Job," said Ben complacently, "and I'm
pretty strong."

"So you be, Ben, but it takes more than strength."

"What more, Uncle Job?"