Coffee-mill

Hark! he's muttering—voice like an old worn-out coffee-mill. Prick ears, and listen!”

January's voice was dry as he held the coffee-mill steady for Rose to pour in the beans.

He made several attempts to grind his corn with the help of a coffee-mill borrowed from a trading-ship, but without success; and now, like the inventor of steam navigation, and other benefactors of their species nearer home, he was laughed at for his simplicity.