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Piling up the bags has been good therapy for people eager to do something to combat the floods while keeping their minds off their losses. "All we can do is sandbag," said John Boerding, 50, who figured that more than half his 2,000-acre crop of soybeans, corn and wheat in St. Charles County had already been destroyed by late last week, and was worried that his home would sink as well. "What else can we do? Most people in this area don't even have flood insurance." But even if there are no outbreaks of disease because...
...there always seems to be a but -- much of the drowned farmland is normally among the most fertile acreage on earth, and prospective crop losses are spectacular: $1.5 billion worth of soybeans in Illinois; $1 billion of corn in Iowa. "There is still time to recover," says Victor Lespinasse, a Dean Witter grain analyst in Chicago. "But none of us is ever going to forget how the rains came in the summer for the first time, out of nowhere. And we will never feel the same about our place on earth." He is referring to the flood's menacing peculiarity...
Crops are submerged under inches of water -- and the entire planting season may be ruined if the fall freeze comes early or even on time. Bob Plathe, who farms 800 acres of soybean and corn in Lu Verne, Iowa, echoes the region's lament. "There aren't a lot of farmers around anymore who can take a hit like this and survive. It's pretty hard for a third-generation farmer to lose his grandpa's farm...
...work to be found is making charcoal that is shipped by boat to the slums of Port-au-Prince, but with each tree that is cut and burned, more soil washes away, and with it the village's livelihood. "We used to be able to grow cereal crops here, corn and rice," says Rene Coty, the local schoolteacher. "But no longer; the land has washed away. Instead we grow charcoal -- a crop with no future...
...examined nor treated for psychiatric illness. There Shaw was put under the direction of guard Walter Farrow, 61, who seemed to get along well with his prisoner. Bobby Shaw remembers his assignment with some excitement. "I was peelin' potatoes. I was runnin' the machine, makin' French fries, scalloped potatoes. Corn had to be snatched off the cob. Lettuce and cabbage had to be cut." He remembers nothing else...