Dave and Sarah bored them.

Sarah was as good as any man--so Dad reckoned.

She could turn her hand to anything, from sewing a shirt to sinking a post-hole.

She could give Dave inches in arm measurements, and talk about a leg! She HAD a leg--a beauty! It was as thick at the ankle as Dad's was at the thigh, nearly.
Anyone who would know what real amusement is should try wiring posts.
What was to have been the top wire (the No.

8 stuff) Dad commenced to put in the bottom holes, and we ran it through some twelve or fifteen posts before he saw the mistake--then we dragged it out slowly and savagely; Dad swearing adequately all the time.
At last everything went splendidly.