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The barges then went back down Muddy Creek and transferred their ! largo to the packet boats at Pem berton Front there it was taken to ; Richmond and points east, or to Lynchburg and points west. Customers taking wheat' to the. mill in earlier years usually took their flour home the same day. However, when H was necessary to leave their wheat, many of those who could not read or write, kept notched sticks in what was then known as the "counting room", and the notches indicated the number of bushels of grain left In the mill. Ghosts? Besides its claim to antiquity, Muddy Creek Mill also boasts a ghost. When Mr. Moon owned the mill, a bachelor uncle. Kitt Harlan, lived with him and his family and, for a time, slept in the "Counting room" at the mill. Ever since his death, a light can be seen at an upper window of the mill on certain nights. Always though, when the front door opens, the light goes out. The present owners have dubbed the ghost "Uncle Kit". Black snakes are excellent in the control of rodents, and one miller used to catch them and put them in the mill. For a long time, the mill's "pet" was a seven-foot black snake, but someone, ignorant of its value, killed it. Sycamore, willow and Pirch trees form a lovely background for this old mill, and behind it a craggy old blue trees, where tall oaks stand and laurel blooms in spring. Whether the trees wear leaves that are fresh and verdant as in Spring, or whether they are many-colored by the f.rst touches of frost, the j scene is truly beautiful. Even when the bare branches of the trees are laden with snow and ice. they seem to stand guard witli solemn splendor over the old mill that now ! seems almost as timeless as the hills and trees themselve.
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