"There was a man, Evan Swain, who lived across the mountain. When he came to Bon to get a wagonload of groceries or coal, he would always drive his team of Clydesdale horses for water. He had those horses harnessed with black leather harnesses with shinny brass rings and buckles.

    Our pump house was close to the fence and the horses watering trough was on the other side of the fence; I loved to pump the water. Mr. Swain got a kick out of me running out to pump fresh water for the horses. I would cry if I missed seeing those horses."

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