And that was a big cistern.

Most people has their cisterns outside their house, and they is a tin pipe takes all the rain water off the roof and scoots it into them.

Ourn worked the same, but our cistern was right in under our kitchen floor, and they was a trap door with leather hinges opened into it right by the kitchen stove.

But that wasn't why I was so proud of it.

It was because that cistern was jest plumb full of fish--bullheads and red horse and sunfish and other kinds.
Hank's father had built that cistern.