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had not gone to the fountain head for his bulls, 

 as one of them was a coarse ungainly animal, 

 and the other two evidently spurious. 



Hitherto, I had not had an opportunity of 

 seeing any sheep. I now saw a small flock of 

 Merino ewes belonging to Mr Southam, which 

 he proposes to cross with the Cotswold. The 

 Merinos are ugly unsightly animals, but I 

 was told they are universally preferred through- 

 out the States. 



Round Albany, the soil is sandy and poor, 

 requiring much manure to make it productive. 

 I could not discover that any better system of 

 agriculture was followed here, than I had ob- 

 served in other places. 



I here met with two Kentucky farmers, with 

 whom I had a good deal of conversation re- 

 garding the objects of my enquiry. They 

 mentioned that their soil is of the richest de- 

 scription that they can, without manure, 

 raise wheat and Indian corn, crop after crop, 

 ad infinitum, but, being 1000 miles from mar- 

 kets, chiefly overland, grain, beyond what is 

 required for their own consumpt, is to them 



