59 The Weed Gutter It is a race between me and the weeds—the strawberry plants our prize. The army of the clover and the daisies comes up about me. They thicken and fold their hands together;...
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January 3 o, I942 THE COMMONWEAL 361 and the way of life of the inhabitants of the region themselves. In so far as these elements are isolated from outside contacts, they combine slowly and...
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