There was another spring below ours, on the opposite side of the road , and that had a wooden enclosure and cement walls, too. Below that spring was the ram that pumped water up the hill to the farm. (This picture on the left looks a lot like I remember our ram.) That second spring supplied all the water needs of the farm, including the cattle, and was the closest thing to perpetual motion I can think of. It pumped continuously, rain, shine, wind, snow, freezing weather - well, almost continuously. There were a few bitterly cold winter nights when the ram stopped, for whatever reason, and my father would be out with his gasoline blowtorch and hot water, trying to thaw it out or prime the thing to get it started. I don't think it ever quit in the summer. It always seemed to happen in the darkest hours of the coldest nights. There were storage tanks in the house and the barn, but even though they seemed large, when the ram stopped, the reserve wouldn't last very long, and the cattle had to have water.
Anyway, those two springs, and probably a number of other smaller ones along the brook, are the source of that brook that eventually runs into Joe's Pond. There were always trout in the lower regions of the brook, where there were large pools and deep overhanging banks as the brook got larger. It drained a large portion of land coming off the Plain.
I don't suppose anyone uses those springs now. I'm sure the houses that covered them are gone, and probably the cement walls around them, as well. I expect drilled wells have replaced both springs. I imagine folks who are off the grid use hydraulic rams today. What is the saying? "Everything old is new again."
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