I walked up the street， gazing about till near the market-house I met a boy with bread. I had made many a meal on bread， and， inquiring where he got it， I went immediately to the baker's he directed me to， in Second-street， and asked for biscuit， intending such as we had in Boston； but they， it seems， were not made in Philadelphia. Then I asked for a three-penny loaf， and was told they had none such. So not considering or knowing the difference of money， and the greater cheapness nor the names of his bread， I bade him give me three-penny worth of any sort.
He gave me， accordingly， three great puffy rolls， I was surprised at the quantity， but took it， and， having no room in my pockets， walked off with a roll under each arm， and eating the other. Thus I went up Market-street as far as Fourth-street， passing by the door of Mr. Read， my future wife's father； when he， standing at the door， saw me， and thought I made， as I certainly did， a most awkward， ridiculous appearance. Then I turned and went down Chestnut-street and part of Walnutstreet， eating my roll all the way， and， coming round， found myself again at Market-street wharf， near the boat I came in ， to which I went for a draught of the river water； and， being filled with one of my rolls， gave the other two to a woman and her child that came down the river in the boat with us， and were waiting to go farther.
Thus refreshed， I walked again up the street， which by this time had many clean-dressed people in it， who were all walking the same way. I joined them， and thereby was led into the great meeting-house of the Quakers near the market. I sat down among them， and， after looking round awhile and hearing nothing said， being very drowsy through labor and want of rest the preceding night， I fell fast asleep， and continued so till the meeting broke up. When one was kind enough to rouse me. This was， therefore， the first house I was in， or slept in， in Philadelphia.
Walking down again toward the river， and， looking in the faces of people， I met a young Quaker man， whose countenance I liked， and， accosting him requested he would tell me where a stranger could get lodging . We were then near the sign of the Three Mariners. “Here”， says he “is one place that entertains strangers， but it is not a reputable house； if thee wilt walk with me， I'll show thee a better.” He brought me to the Crooked Billet in Water-street. Here I got a dinner； and， while I was eating it， several sly questions were asked me， as it seemed to be suspected form my youth and appearance， that I might be some runaway.
After dinner， my sleepiness returned， and being shown to a bed， I lay down without undressing， and slept till six in the evening， was called to supper， went to bed again very early， and slept soundly till next morning. Then I made myself as tidy as I could， and went to Andrew Bradford the printer's. I found in the shop the old man his father， whom I had seen at New York， and who， traveling on horseback， had got to Philadelphia before me. He introduced me to his son， who received me civilly， gave me a breakfast， but told me he did not at present want a hand， being lately supplied with one； but there was another printer in town， lately set up， one Keimer， who， perhaps， might employ me； if not， I should be welcome to lodge at his house， and he would give me a little work to do now and then till fuller business should offer.
The old gentleman said he would go with me to the new printer； and when we found him， “Neighbor，” says Bradford， “ I have brought to see you a young man of your business； perhaps you may want such a one.” He asked me a few questions， put a composing stick in my hand to see how I worked， and then said he would employ me soon， though he had just then nothing for me to do……