It was the same stream that flowed by the land which Jonas and Oliver had cleared when he first came to live with the farmer; only the mill was at some distance from the mouth of the stream, back towards the high land.
It was more than two miles, by the road, from the farmer's house.
The farmer told Jonas where to get the wool, and then gave him some more business, at a place in the woods, about two miles beyond the mill.
Oliver wanted to go too, and his father gave him leave.

Oliver always liked to go to the mill, as the machine for carding the wool was a great curiosity.
Jonas put up the wool in a very large bundle, which almost filled up the bottom of the sleigh.

Jonas himself sat upon the seat, with his feet under the bundle; but Oliver sat upon the bundle.

He said it made a very soft seat.
They rode along pleasantly towards the mill.

The snow-drifts were very high in some places on each side of the road; and the fences and walls were almost buried up.
"I wish that Josey was here," said Oliver.