Such work required great nicety: the old millwright was, in fact, a kind of artist in his handicraft.
I could not help regretting, as Tibbald dilated on these things, that the village millwright no longer existed; the care, the skill, the forethought, the sense of just proportion he exhibited quite took him out of the ranks of the mere workman.

He was a master of his craft, and the mind he put into it made him an artist.

Tibbald went on that he did not care for the Derby or Welsh millstones.

These were in one piece, but they were too hard for the delicate grinding necessary to make the fine flour needed for good bread.

They answered best for barley meal.