Read this excerpt from "Mending Wall," by Robert Frost: Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. What is the speaker of this poem doing? Hunting Inspecting a stone wall Building a fence Arguing with his neighbor