Had not they, in their way, really given expression to their lives as best they could in the black, earth-smelling furrows, in the scent of tallowy, straw-aromaed steam from their engine, or the wet night-perfume of ripening wheat?

The glacial drip was already in evidence, and every creek in roaring spate.

Wallace and Brewer are almost certain to finish 1-2 in some order – no one else is even in the same zip code.

If a Man, proffering to ſell Grain for Seed, ſhould ſell Grain which is not fit for Seed, the Magiſtrate ſhall chaſtiſe him, and take a Fine according to the Offence.