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Across the Fence: Standing on the wagon
March 14, 2013 M. Timothy Nolting   

'Haying with horses'. Courtesy of the South Dakota State Historical Society archives.

The first time I helped with the summer haying I didn’t weigh as much as a single, small square bale that lay in the long, straight rows behind Uncle Butch’s New Holland baler. I had watched my dad cut the alfalfa fields that stretched to the horizon and covered the gently rolling northeastern Kansas hills with blossoms bluer than the Kansas skies. Skies made more blue by the billowing, cotton-white clouds that changed from elephants to horses to...

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