re period, declare himself able to maintain a
moderate number of these people for their labour, they will be assigned to
him.

Mr. Scheffer is a man of industry and respectable character. He came out to
this country as superintendant of convicts, at a salary of forty pounds per
annum, and brought with him a daughter of twelve years old. He is by birth
a Hessian, and served in America, in a corps of Yaghers, with the rank of
lieutenant. He never was professionally, in any part of life, a farmer, but
he told me, that his father owned a small estate on the banks of the Rhine,
on which he resided, and that he had always been fond of looking at and
assisting in his labours, particularly in the vineyard. In walking along,
he more than once shook his head and made some mortifying observations
on the soil of his present domain, compared with the banks of his native
stream. He assured me that (exclusive of the sacrifice of his salary) he
has expended more than forty pounds in advancing his ground to the state in
which I saw it. Of the probability of success in his undertaking, he spoke
with moderation and good sense. Sometimes he said he had almost despaired,
and had often balanced about relinquishing it; but had as often been
checked by recollecting that hardly any difficulty can arise which vigour
and perseverance will not overcome. I asked him what was the tenure on
which he held his estate. He offered to show the written document, saying
that it was exactly the same as Ruse's. I therefore declined to trouble
him, and took my leave with wishes for his success and prosperity.

Near Mr. Scheffer's farm is a small patch of land cleared by Lieutenant
Townson of the New South Wales corps, about two acres of which are in maize
and wheat, both looking very bad.

Proceeded to the farm of Mr. Arndell, one of the assistant surgeons. This
gentleman has six acres in cultivation as follows: rather more than four in
maize, one in wheat, and the remainder in oats and barley. The wheat looks
tolerably good, rather thin but of a good height, and the ears well filled.
His farming servant guesses the produce will be twelve bushels,* and I do
not think he over-rates it. The maize he guesses at thirty bushels, which
from appearances it may yield, but not more. The oats and barley are not
contemptible. This ground has been turned up but once The aspect of it is
nearly south, on a declivity of the river, or arm of the sea, on which Rose
Hill stand