potato-field

With a precipice on one side of his house and a potato-field on the other, what could save him from despair and self-destruction?

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 118, August, 1867 Various

Whilst in the shanty we heard a great noise, and, running out, found our horse, which had either taken right or been stung by some fly, tearing past us with the buggy through the old lady's potato-field into the bush.

A Lady's Life on a Farm in Manitoba Cecil Hall

Only a few steps would lead him to the ridge under the wood ... to his own four strips of potato-field!

Selected Polish Tales Else C. M. Benecke

I have sold my share of the potato-field for twenty dollars and ten bushels of potatoes for my own use.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866 Various

Low prices would have done the business as effectually, though not quite so speedily, as the pestilence which has smitten the potato-field.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 61, No. 378, April, 1847 Various

This pig, on the appearance of the Englishman, escaped into a potato-field, and he heard the woman of the house shout to her son: --

The Reminiscences of an Irish Land Agent S.M. Hussey

Hard by his cottage a hare had burrowed in a potato-field.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 74, December, 1863 Various

A cotton-field looks not unlike a potato-field, the rows higher and more distinct, the plants further apart, usually two feet; the rows five feet.

Letters from Port Royal Written at the Time of the Civil War (1862-1868) Elizabeth Ware [Editor] Pearson

The instant the man dropped the book he had been reading, he was like Samson with his hair shorn, for his wife couldn't tell one letter from another; and when she saw him sit down on the stone wall which surrounded their potato-field, overgrown with weeds, she marched out boldly to the corner of the wood-shed, where never any wood was, and attacked him thus: --

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866 Various

Very vividly, for her mind's eye was staring wildly on the past rather than look on this present, which, with all the honesty of youth, she meant should have no future, there sprung up before her on the bare plastered wall a potato-field she and her mother had seen one day when they went to Cramond.

The Judge Rebecca West 1937