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The seed makes up half of the farmers' production costs.

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She sailed in November but not very far. Most of her crew had never been out to sea and began to have regrets. Ironically, they remained loyal, thus forestalling the brewing mutiny.

On 20 December, while she was attempting to dash out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania , through the British blockade she ran into a squadron of three British frigates. The British chased South Carolina for 18 hours and fired on her for two hours before she struck her colours in the Delaware River. She had a crew of about men when captured, of whom she lost six men killed and eight wounded. The British suffered no casualties. Astraea and Quebec captured Hope and Constance , which was carrying tobacco.

The British did not take South Carolina into service because she was too lightly framed for the Royal Navy. The problem was that South Carolina ' s hull had hogged as a consequence of the weight of her guns.

American warship designers subsequently put much more longitudinal strength into the design of their frigates. The British put South Carolina up for sale to private parties for use as a merchantman. She carried some German soldiers, some of whom may well earlier have served on her as marines.

There is no information about what happened to South Carolina thereafter though the discovery during World War II of a ship's bell with the name South Carolina on it in a jute mill between Calcutta and the coast on the Ganges River in India suggests that she may have reached the Indian Ocean. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Battle of the Delaware Capes. She may also have carried some eight smaller guns, but the survey does not report them.

Retrieved from " https: Views Read Edit View history. This page was last edited on 10 May , at By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. She applied for the position and, a year and a half ago, ended up in Gurgaon. She was promoted after the first year. She says that she could imagine staying in India for a while longer.

She is impressed by the ambition of her Indian coworkers, and by the city being built around her. Everyone wants to achieve something. There are opportunities to climb up the corporate ladder in India. It's so different from Germany. Thirty-six foreigners work at Evalueserve, and their numbers are also increasing in other Indian companies. Ashish Gupta, the COO, smiles. He needs people who know Europe and speak its languages perfectly, because his customers come from Europe.

But he is also happy with the message he is sending to the world: Instead of hiring exclusively Indians to work for the West, Indian companies are now also creating jobs for Western workers.

His wife and two sons were sound asleep when Punjaram Kubde, a farmer, got up in the night and went into the next room, where he kept sacks of seed, fertilizer and poison.

He poured himself a cup of pesticide and drank it. His wife found him dead on the stone floor the next morning. Now his body lies underneath a pile of wood that the men and women of Chondha have assembled on a green hill in front of the village.

They have painted his face purple, brought him flowers, rice and coins for his journey into the next world, and wrapped his body in a white sheet. About people have come to attend his cremation. Their faces are serious. Kubde's is the first case of a farmer taking his life in their village. Some say that if it doesn't rain soon his suicide will not have been the last.

Chondha is in Vidarbha, in the middle of India and one of the country's poorest regions. This year alone, farmers have already killed themselves in Vidarbha. Last year there were more than 1, suicides. Almost all of the men used pesticides, while a few set themselves on fire.

The wife of the dead farmer sobs quietly, her body trembling. Her name is Lalita and she is wearing the orange sari she reserves for special occasions. She is only 30, young and beautiful, but she will remain a widow for the rest of her life.

Village rules forbid widows from remarrying. Sagar, the couple's eldest son, is A man helps him hold a burning bundle of straw, which he must use to ignite the funeral pyre. Then the men and women of Chondha walk around the fire, throwing in sticks. Punjaram Kubde was an important man. He owned 12 hectares 30 acres of land, a large house and a motorcycle.

He was 45, a powerful man with a mustache and, like most men here, he was a cotton farmer. He grew a strain known as "Bt cotton," developed by US agricultural chemicals giant Monsanto.

According to the farmers in the village, conventional seeds are unavailable these days. No one knows why, but the dealers no longer sell it. Monsanto's genetically modified seed is expensive and a new supply has to be purchased every year. The seed makes up half of the farmers' production costs.

Even worse, if Bt cotton gets too much or too little water, it reacts far more sensitively than normal cotton. When last year's heavy rains ruined his harvest, Kubde was unable to repay his bank loans, and the banks refused to lend him more money.

He went to private moneylenders, who lent him the money he needed for new seed, but this year brought more heavy rains and Kubde lost his crop once again. In the end he owed half a million rupees and no one was willing to lend him any more money. Unable to liberate himself from his mountain of debt, he would have been forced to become an indentured servant to his creditors.

He chose an easier way out. The man who counts the region's dead is named Kishor Tiwari. A former engineer, Tiwari founded his own NGO in the small city of Pandharkawada, where he now has his office.

He spends his days sending out e-mails filled with accusations and numbers. More than 6, farmers have already committed suicide in Vidarbha, he writes, and more than 2 million farmers are in debt.

Tiwari reports the news from an India that has nothing to do with the country analysts are touting these days.