A Rainless Wheat 



and dying cattle, we can now paint a new and 

 glowing picture. There, under a serene and 

 cloudless sky, lies a panorama of green and 

 chocolate-brown — mile after mile the growing 

 wheat and the deep-stirred, water-holding 

 fallow. No rain may fall for many a day, but 

 the husbandman is untroubled. For he knows 

 that his seed has fallen upon good ground, and 

 that, from far below, those life-streams are 

 flowing ever upward which will carry his 

 hundredfold corn white unto the harvest. 



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