innocently enough, pointing out to the Captain the front door of a fishermanâs cottage that he had repaired. Â The Captain nodded his approval. Sam kept silent; he didnât know one cottage from the other. Â Â As they passed a cow pasture, Ethan was full of details about a well they had rebuilt. Â
âItâs a community well, you see, sir. Â How many people came by to draw water while we were there, Mr. Dreher?â Â
Sam was taken aback. Â What was Ethan doing? Â He had never even visited that well. Â
âHow many would you say?â
âSix or seven, I suppose?â
âSix or seven? Â Oh, many more than that! Â I must have counted twenty people! Â Wouldnât you say twenty, Mr. Dreher, at least?â
 Sam could see what he was in for.  This wouldnât be easy. âWe were very busy that day.â
âYes, we were indeed. Â And it was an unusually warm day, was it not?â
âVery warm.â Â This day was quickly becoming warmer as well. Â
âThe problem with that well, sir,â Ethan continued, gesturing towards the pasture, Â âwas one of drainage. Â The pasture was draining into it, fouling the water. Â Very dangerous, as you know.â Â He had the full attention of the Captain and Edmund Bagwell. Â âHere is how we dealt with it. Â First, we built up the foundation stone to the well, thenâwell, I should let Mr. Dreher continue. Â Continue, Mr. Dreher!â Â Sam scanned the pasture, searching for signs of recent changes to the lay of the land. Already a new growth of grass covered everything. Â His mind raced, imagining how he would have addressed such a problem.
âYes, after the foundation was built up, as Mr. Platt described--" he stammered.
â..the next step, you see, was toâ¦â
Ethan came to his aid, briefly. Â âDig the drainage ditches, of course, Mr. Dreher.â
He saw it now. âThat led the runoff during heavy rains away from the well, towardsâ¦â his eyes searched for a telltale ditch, finally spotting one some yards down the road. âThis road!  Iâll show you, sir.â  He led his horse towards the outlet of the ditch.  The party followed.  The ditch ended in a deep circular bed of rock and shells.  âIt now drains into this culvert, where the water sinks into the ground, keeping the well clean.  How deep did we make this culvert, Mr. Platt?â Â
Ethan stared at Sam. Â âFive feet deep, and it was difficult digging, too.â Â
Edmund Bagwell was impressed. Â âIngenious, men!â he laughed. Â âWe need no longer avoid that well after a rain. Â Ingenious!â Â
Sam locked eyes with Ethan. Â No more, please , he was pleading, but Ethan was just getting started. Â
They rode on. Â âJust ahead of us here, sir, lives a widow namedâwhat was her name, Mr. Dreher?â Â
Sam was at a loss. âSmith?â he offered weakly.
âNo, noâthe one with the pigs. Â You would recall!â Â
Edmund Bagwell interjected. Â âLovey Copes? Â That widow?â Â
âWhy, yes, sir, the very one. Â Thank you, sir. Â Lovey Copesâ pigpen was so run down that two of the pigs escaped the day after we arrived, and we had to chase after them and return them. Â Was it not you who brought one of them back, Mr. Dreher? Â And Mr. Watson the other?â
âNo, it was not I. Â I believe perhaps Mr. Watson caught both pigs.â
âYou may be correct, Mr. Dreher. Â I myself chased after the animals for some time without success, pursuing them into a marsh. Â I tell you, it took some effort to clean that marsh mud from my boots and uniform.â Â
Bagwell chuckled. Â âOnce youâve been baptized in that mud, youâre an honorary âTeaguerâ.â Â Ethan looked puzzled. âA Chincoteaguer,
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