Yeah, there was a creek running through my Grandparent's farm, and yes the heat was fierce, but it was the ache of about every muscle in my body at the end of the work day that was then my concern. I was then so dragged out, I was just lucky I could take my shoes off and wade through the shallow of the creek to supper. At least on such days I was excused from the evening milking chore. Too, that's when they turned on the gas heat of the water tank, (to clean the milk pails etc.) thereby with a hot soaking bath before bed, I didn't stink the bed linen with my BO or the horse liniment. Now what really ticks me off is that, what I then manually labored at, it is all mechanized now.