I don't know if it broke on the train from Minniwell or if it was the young reckless carriage driver who took me from the station to the house. I had painted "fragile" all over the crates and carefully wrapped everything. The brick and cobblestone streets of St. Louis are so bumpy and pitted. I didn't hear any glass breaking. How could I over the clomping of horses and the noisey auto steam engines? Though, I would like one of those autos. They are fast and seem to travel smoother then the carriages.
It's too much trouble to try for compensation. Especially since I don't know when it happened. I'll have to go shopping this afternoon. Such a delay. Perhaps it's a sign to get the rest of the house in order.
All of the stands and clamps were fine since they are wood and metal.
More notes on the distillation system in the commentary.