"When I was a boy I had to study Latin grammar; but it was dull, and I hated it. My father was very anxious to send me to college, and so I studied the grammar until I couldn't stand it any longer; and going to my father, I told him I did not like to study, and asked for some other employment. It was against his wishes, and he was quick in his answer, "Well, John, if Latin grammar does not suit you, you may try digging ditches. Put your Latin aside and try that!"
This seemed a delightful change, and to the meadow I went. But I soon found digging ditches harder than Latin, and the first morning was the longest I ever experienced. That day I was glad when night came on. That night I made some comparisons between Latin grammar and digging ditches, but said not a word about it. I dug the next day, and wanted to return to Latin at dinner; but it was humiliating, and I would not do it. At night, work conquered pride; and though it was one of the severest trials I have ever had in my life, I told my father that, if he chose, I would go back to Latin grammar. He was glad of it; and if I have since gained any distinction, it has been owing to those two days working in that abominable ditch."
Rick Walton and Fern Oviatt, Stories for Mormons, [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1983] p.60