A bumper crop of golden grain waved last week along Algeria's coastal plain. Rain had been plentiful, there had been hardly a breath of the hot, dry, dreaded sirocco, and the harvest promised to be the best in history. But in many fields the crops—wheat, oats, barley—drooped overripe and unharvested, and in some the grain, and the farm buildings too, were burning in the lazy heat.
Ragged but shrewd, scattered but organized, the rebel army was striking the most telling blows of the bitter, 19-month war. For Algeria's 9,000,000 acres of grain are vital...
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