from eight to ten , yes , within two hours , by himself without anyones assistance and relief , ernesto dug one of the innumerable hills that were on his fathers soil till it was horizontally leveled , never-ending sweat dripping down his sun-burnt or icy-smitten face or even drenching his red vest when it was summer ( yes , red was his beloved color ) or red long-sleeved shirt and jacket when it was winter .