I have been watching Thomas 0tway, gardener. His coat hangs on atree hard by, and he, standing inside his shirt sleeves, is slaughteringregiments of weeds with a long hoe. When they are all uprooted andprostrate, he changes his weapon for a fork, with which he tossesthem about and shakes them free of soil and gathers them into heaps.Then he brings a wheel-barrow, and, piling them into it until it canhold no more, goes off at a trot. I am told his only fault is thathe is SL0W.