1 I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month.
2 Yulka showed me the baby and told me that Antonia was shocking wheat on the southwest quarter.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 3 Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlour carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat.
4 One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July.
5 The wheat harvest was over, and here and there along the horizon I could see black puffs of smoke from the steam threshing-machines.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 6 Each of the girls pointed out to me the direction in which her father's farm lay, and told me how many acres were in wheat that year and how many in corn.
7 He cut bands all right for a few minutes, and then, Mrs. Harling, he waved his hand to me and jumped head-first right into the threshing machine after the wheat.
8 All through the wheat season, she told us, Ambrosch hired his sister out like a man, and she went from farm to farm, binding sheaves or working with the threshers.
9 In that singular light every little tree and shock of wheat, every sunflower stalk and clump of snow-on-the-mountain, drew itself up high and pointed; the very clods and furrows in the fields seemed to stand up sharply.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 10 It took a clear, meditative eye like my grandfather's to foresee that they would enlarge and multiply until they would be, not the Shimerdas' cornfields, or Mr. Bushy's, but the world's cornfields; that their yield would be one of the great economic facts, like the wheat crop of Russia, which underlie all the activities of men, in peace or war.