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The chief manufacture in England is that of woollen cloth ; for as our country
abounds in wide pastures and extensive downs , which feed great numbers of
sheep , wool is easily obtained . Other manufactures are those of cotton goods ,
silk ...
The chief manufacture in England is that of woollen cloth ; for as our country
abounds in wide pastures and extensive downs , which feed great numbers of
sheep , wool is easily obtained . Other manufactures are those of cotton goods ,
silk ...
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This is made into white sugar by boiling it and straining it through thick folds of
cloth . 103 - COFFEE The coffee plant is a native of Arabia , but is now largely
cultivated in the East and West Indies . It grows to the height of sixteen or twenty
feet .
This is made into white sugar by boiling it and straining it through thick folds of
cloth . 103 - COFFEE The coffee plant is a native of Arabia , but is now largely
cultivated in the East and West Indies . It grows to the height of sixteen or twenty
feet .
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The fibres are usually each three or four feet long . When beaten out and dried
they are spun into yarn or thick thread , and then woven into canvass , sack -
cloth , or sail - cloth , or twisted into rope or cord . 108 . – Flax . From the seeds of
this ...
The fibres are usually each three or four feet long . When beaten out and dried
they are spun into yarn or thick thread , and then woven into canvass , sack -
cloth , or sail - cloth , or twisted into rope or cord . 108 . – Flax . From the seeds of
this ...
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Flax is also woven into linen cloth , damask , and sheetings . 109 . — Wool . The
principal manufactures of England are those of wool , silk , and cotton . The wool
shorn from the sheep by the farmer is sold to the woolstapler , by whom it is sent ...
Flax is also woven into linen cloth , damask , and sheetings . 109 . — Wool . The
principal manufactures of England are those of wool , silk , and cotton . The wool
shorn from the sheep by the farmer is sold to the woolstapler , by whom it is sent ...
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Mine , n . an excavation in the earth Fibrous , a . full of thick threads or Mineral , n
. what is brought out of fibres . mines , Felt , n . cloth or stuff . Moralize , v . think
seriously about Firstling , n . first child or offspring Maple , n . a large tree . when ...
Mine , n . an excavation in the earth Fibrous , a . full of thick threads or Mineral , n
. what is brought out of fibres . mines , Felt , n . cloth or stuff . Moralize , v . think
seriously about Firstling , n . first child or offspring Maple , n . a large tree . when ...
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