In January 1978, nearly 3,000 farmers drove their tractors to Washington, many of them from thousands of miles away.

Another farmer "drove upwind of a utility crew then switched on his manure spreader".

It looks like some junker that a farmer would be driving.

The wide main street, down which farmers once drove their sheep to market, is lasting evidence of its market town status.

The only sound to be heard was the clank of cowbells as a farmer drove his herd above the 14th fairway.

Wagon train wiped out, cavalry lost in the desert, settlement abandoned, ranchers and farmers driven back across the Mississippi.

Many local farmers drove through the creek underneath the bridge during this time.

Some farmers immediately expressed concern that the costs could be enormous and would drive all but the largest agricultural interests out of business.

In response, many farmers loaded their families and portable possessions into their automobiles and drove west.

A farmer drove us into and brought us here.