the farmers to buy for you, Maclean or aney one you know well. I shall let you no what I want before long but I do not want much. Mind me to John and his wife not forgeting my boy Dugy. Tell him I am going to se him soon. Archy is well, growling away. In haste dear brother. Yours allways Alexander McLean I hope you may make this out. I have not time to read it over. A McLean