All his maize, except three acres, is mean.
This he thinks may be attributed to three causes: a middling soil; too dry a spring; and from the ground not being sufficiently pulverized before the seed was put into it.

The wheat is thin and poor: he does not reckon its produce at more than eight or nine bushels.

His vines, 900 in number, are flourishing, and will, he supposes, bear fruit next year.

His tobacco plants are not very luxuriant: to these two last articles he means principally to direct his exertions.

He says (and truly) that they will always be saleable and profitable.