Word: cottons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Under Phase 1, estates larger than 1,235 acres, which produce about half of the sugar crop, 38% of the cotton and 12% of the coffee, were to be expropriated, with compensation to their owners, transferred to workers who had been employed on them, and turned into cooperatives. So far, 330 large estates have been reassigned to some 30,000 workers and their families. The estates were left intact to keep them operating efficiently...
Enraptured by the same vitality we would unite The crashing oars giving way to the crushing of cotton. To explore each other in the moonlight as reflections of sunrise on the river condensed in sinew. In the morning we would return to our crews...
...Criswell has been raising cotton on his 1,700-acre farm in Idalou, Texas, since 1955. Cotton is called the camel of crops because it requires little water, yet Criswell is now in trouble. His water table has dropped 100 ft. since he started farming. Nine years ago, he paid $4 an acre to water his cotton; today he pays more than $45. "It's like a disease," he says. "You just accept it and go on." Gerald Wiechman farms 6,000 acres and feeds 2,500 head of steer near Scott City in western Kansas. When his farm...
Conservation may forestall the end. Farmers can simply use less water. They are already converting from profitable but water-thirsty corn to water-thrifty crops such as wheat, sorghum and cotton. James Mitchell, a cotton farmer from Wolfforth, Texas, has installed an experimental center-pivot sprinkler that, instead of spraying outward, gently drops water directly into the planted furrows, thereby reducing evaporation. Sophisticated laser-guided land graders can now almost perfectly flatten the terrain so that water is not wasted in runoff. Electrodes planted in the fields can measure soil wetness and determine exactly when water is needed. Today, these...
...morning, cotton mouth had replaced Buzz Jones, and I dimly remembered some parts of the last night's conversation. Picking up the New York Times, I mechanically found the sports page. The Mets had dropped a heart breaker to the Expos in the bottom of the ninth, 5-4. Something pulled desperately in my stomach, and I headed for an extended prayer session with the great porcelain...