From deep in the heart of Texas up to the Platte River in Nebraska stretched huge carpets of deep, primaveral green. The plains and rolling hills of Kansas rippled in the wind.
Anybody who had seen the winter wheat knew a few weeks ago that this would be a fine crop—if all went well. There had been grave doubts, two months ago. Kansas, Oklahoma and the flat Texas Panhandle had had a long dry spell, even an ominous dust storm. But in mid-February Nature had relented, and over most of the great winter wheat belt had come gentle sizzle-sozzle rains. In...
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