The Fence

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 05
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Sothern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1973
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 323578
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Title The Fence
Description I was following Grandpa's words very carefully. Now I phrased another question. "How could you make a fence with just poles of pine, cedar posts, and oak limbs? How could you fasten a fence of them together so that your animals couldn't get through?" Grandpa chuckled at my question. "Well, I could dig post holes. The only thing about that was that I had to dig them large enough so that two cedar posts could be set side by side about twelve inches apart. I knew just where I wanted my fence to go. After stepping off sixteen feet I dug another post hole and set in two more posts. This I did until I had all my posts in line. Next I needed some short lengths of oak to reach the twelve inches between the two posts. With my "T" shaped auger, with its one and one half inch bit, I bored two sets of holes in each set of posts, being careful to get the holes directly op-posite each other. Through these holes I pushed and fitted two-foot lengths of oak. Now each couple of posts looked like miniature ladders. It was simple now for me to lift those long pine poles to rest on the oak crosspieces and from there to the next set of posts, forming regular panels of a most substantial fence. Building my fence two poles high, I then filled in the space under the bottome poles with the large rocks I have to move to make my acres productive. "It took you a long time to cut and haul all those posts and pine poles and oak, didn't it, Grandpa?" I questioned. "Yes, child, I worked on that fence each fall after my crops were in and until the heavy storms of winter came. It took a long time and lots of hard work. I cut the posts in the length they grew, and always tried to cut the tallest, straightest partially dry pine poles; but those oak---they really took time and patience. "I remember one day I had used the last of the oak. Before I left the farm that night I knew that I would have to return early next morning and, with Bill and Bawl, spend a day in the foothills cutting oak. 10
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Identifier 022_The Fence.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 5
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323563
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