582 LETTER II. TO [PAfcT 



My project is merely a neat, close barn, stand 

 ing upon stones that rats and mice cannot 

 creep up. The waggon comes to the door, 

 the sacks are handed in and out; and every 

 thing is so convenient and easily performed, 

 that it is a pleasure to behold it. 

 *1 1038. About the construction of the mill I 

 know nothing. I know only the effect, and that 

 it is worked by horses, in the manner that I 

 have described. I had no Miller. My Bailiff, 

 whom 1 had made a Bailiff out of a Carpenter, 

 I turned into a Miller ; or, rather, I made him 

 look after the thing. Any of the men, however, 

 ould do the millering very well. Any of them 

 could make better flour than the water and 

 wind-millers used to make for us. So that 

 there is no mystery in the matter. 



1039. This country abounds in excellent mill 

 wrights. The best, I dare say, in the world ; 

 and, if I were settled here as a farmer in a 

 large way, I would soon have a little mill, and 

 send away my produce in flour instead of 

 wheat. If a farmer has to send frequently to 

 the mill, (and that he must do, if he have a 

 great quantity of stock and a large family,) the 

 very expence of sending will pay for a mill in 

 two or three years. 



1040. 1 shall be glad if this piece of informa 

 tion should be of use to any body, and particu- 



