THE SEARCH AND FINDING. 2fl 



&quot; It is a farm he has to sell ? &quot; 



&quot; Yah yah, farm.&quot; 



I ask if the view is good. 



&quot; Yah view yah.&quot; 



I venture a question in regard to the mill. 



&quot; Yah mill yah.&quot; 



&quot; Grist mill ? &quot; I ask. 



&quot; Yah mill.&quot; 



&quot; For sawing ? &quot; I add, thinking possibly he might 

 misunderstand me. 



&quot; Yah sawing.&quot; 



I venture to ask after his crops. 



&quot; Crops yah.&quot; 



The conversation was not satisfactory : we were 

 driving along a dusty highway, and had entered upon 

 a sombre valley, where there was no sign of cultiva 

 tion, and where the only dwelling to be seen, was 

 one of those excessively new houses of matched 

 boards, perched immediately upon the side of the 

 high-road, and with its pert and rectangular &quot;join 

 ery &quot; offending every rural sentiment that might have 

 grown out of the blithe atmosphere and the morning 

 drive. 



&quot; Dish is de place,&quot; said my friend of the red 

 beard and porcelain pipe ; and I could not doubt it 

 there was a poetic agreement between man and 

 house ; but the mill remained where was the mill ? 



