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He said. “I left a milk bottle on the back porch and it was two-thirds
filled with dirt this morning. I went down to the creek to water the
horses and had to break the dust on the water like ice and above it
to one side for the horses to drink. So much dirt blew into my chicken
yard and drifted like snow that my chickens all walked over an eight
foot fence.”
-----Bon
Turner, Hoisington, Kansas (Saturday
March 16, 1935)
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