FLIGHT. In melting the lead-ore in the works at P p Mendip,
Mendip, there is a substance which flies away in the smoke, which they call the flight. They find it sweetish upon their lips, if their faces happen to be in the way of the smoke, which they avoid as much as possible. This, falling on the grass, kills cattle that feed thereon; and, being gathered, and carried home, kills rats and mice in their houses; that which falls on the sand, they gather, and melt upon a flag-heath into shot and sheet-lead.