And one time he brung home some live fish in a bucket and dumped em in there.

And they growed.

And they multiplied in there and refurnished the earth.

So that cistern had got to be a fambly custom, which was kep' up in that fambly for a habit.
It was a great comfort to Hank, fur all them Walterses was great fish eaters, though it never went to brains.

We fed em now and then, and throwed back in the little ones till they was growed, and kep' the dead ones picked out soon's we smelled anything wrong, and it never hurt the water none; and when I was a kid I wouldn't of took anything fur living in a house like that.
Oncet, when I was a kid about six years old, Hank come home from the bar-room.