"That's on'y one bad 'n'," he said, taking the rest to the fireplace where the kettle stood.

Then Dad, who had remained calm and majestic, broke out.

"Damn y', boy!" he yelled, "take th' awful things outside--YOU tinker!" Joe took them out and tried them all, but I forget if he found a good one.
Dad peered into the almost-empty water-cask and again muttered a short prayer for rain.

He decided to do no more grubbing that day, but to run wire around the new land instead.

The posts had been in the ground some time, and were bored.