He thinks June the best time, and says that he invariably finds that which is deepest sown, grows strongest and best, even as deep as three inches he has put it in, and found it to answer.

The wheat sown in June is now turning yellow; that of July is more backward.

He has used only the broad-cast husbandry, and sowed two bushels per acre.

The plough has never yet been tried here; all the ground is hoed, and (as Dod confesses) very incompetently turned up.

Each convict labourer was obliged to hoe sixteen rods a day, so that in some places the earth was but just scratched over.
The ground was left open for some months, to receive benefit from the sun and air; and on that newly cleared the trees were burnt, and the ashes dug in.