Encyclopædia Britannica: Or, A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and Miscellaneous Literature, Volume 15, Part 1Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig A. Bell and C. Macfarquhar, 1797 |
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... last mentioned island , who raised an immenfe fortune from very fmall beginnings only by planting , af- firmed , that he fed conftantly at leaft 300 negroes out of 12 acres of plantains . How that excellent produce . came to be fo long ...
... last mentioned island , who raised an immenfe fortune from very fmall beginnings only by planting , af- firmed , that he fed conftantly at leaft 300 negroes out of 12 acres of plantains . How that excellent produce . came to be fo long ...
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... last ration , or the labourers may be buried or hurt . But then clay - foils that are level , and fubject to be , drowned , or to retain water in ftagnated pools , can ne- ver be made fruitful by any kind of manure , without being firft ...
... last ration , or the labourers may be buried or hurt . But then clay - foils that are level , and fubject to be , drowned , or to retain water in ftagnated pools , can ne- ver be made fruitful by any kind of manure , without being firft ...
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... last year and once this ; in every crop the platter has produced the moft . You will remember , in all experiments with clover , to mix about one - third timothy grafs feed ; it is of great ad- vantage in ferving as a fupport for the ...
... last year and once this ; in every crop the platter has produced the moft . You will remember , in all experiments with clover , to mix about one - third timothy grafs feed ; it is of great ad- vantage in ferving as a fupport for the ...
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... last fpecies . The variety of this fpecies is entirely of a beautiful red colour , having a collar of black at the lower part of the neck ; the irides are red . Mr Latham imagines it is the rofeate in full plumage . It is faid to be of ...
... last fpecies . The variety of this fpecies is entirely of a beautiful red colour , having a collar of black at the lower part of the neck ; the irides are red . Mr Latham imagines it is the rofeate in full plumage . It is faid to be of ...
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... last fortnight , he must have dried oats , that have been hulled by beating . Af ter this they are to be wetted in a quantity of whites of eggs beaten up , and then laid out in the fun to dry ; and when as dry as before , the horse is ...
... last fortnight , he must have dried oats , that have been hulled by beating . Af ter this they are to be wetted in a quantity of whites of eggs beaten up , and then laid out in the fun to dry ; and when as dry as before , the horse is ...
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