In its inevitable seasonal progression last week the North American wheat harvest rolled into the red-gold acres of Montana, South Dakota and Minnesota. Northward away from the declining sun the harvest will sweep until the snow flies around the threshing machines in Canada's Peace River district on the Arctic's frontier. Through vast areas of Canada's Prairie Provinces the harvest's conglomerate followers will pass swiftly, for those flat lands have been seared by drought, wasted by rust until the Dominion has resigned itself to the lightest wheat crop in modern years.
But throughout the...
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