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  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. Author’s Note
  4. Part I
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Part II
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Part III
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Selected References and Suggestions for Further Reading
  45. Reader Chat Page
  46. Chapter 1
  47. Buy the Book
  48. About the Author

“That it does,” Pops said. “I didn’t have anything to do with choosing it, but I’m glad your folks will be among those to benefit. The reservoir should cut down on flooding from spring runoff and make for more reliable irrigation, too.”

“What worries me,” Nate said, “is whether that reservoir will leave any water coming down the creek for us to draw on.”

“You needn’t fret,” Pops said. “The reservoir’s not going to be all that deep, and once it’s filled, then water will go over the spillway right into the creek bed and on through your place, same as always.”

“Do you think our project might really help your folks?” I asked Nate, on our way to lunch.

“I suppose. But if I know my dad, it’s going to have to be working before he’ll admit it might. And it’s not like he’ll be able to ignore the reservoir meanwhile, since he’ll see the construction every time he goes outside.”

Then Nate grinned. “But I can tell you this. Maggie’s going to be all for it.”

Mr. Caldwell, an engineer with the Soil Conservation Service, spoke to us in the afternoon. He said he’d be our project superintendent—not working with us every day, but taking overall responsibility for what we did.

“As soon as the ground thaws we’ll begin digging,” he told us. “But first I’ve got another task I’d like you to tackle.

“The way I see it, one of the toughest jobs in front of us will be getting folks to understand what we’re doing and why. Otherwise, we won’t get people to try our ideas on their own places.

“I’ve got pamphlets that explain it all, but it’s been my experience that until a person sees a thing, he’s not likely to grasp it fully. So I want you to build some models that will show both the reservoir we’re going to put in and also a variety of conservation practices.”

“What will we make the models out of?” someone asked.

“Whatever you want. How you do it is up to you. I’ll just show you the things I’d like included.”

“How big?” another asked.

“Your call, too,” Mr. Caldwell said. “But make them big enough that details like irrigation gates can be shown. And big enough to hold a discussion around.”

For the reservoir, we covered a couple of broad planks with chicken wire shaped to show the basin and how the land would be once we got done moving earth around. Then we covered that with pulped newspapers—papier-mâché, Sam called it—that we painted blue for water and buff for dirt.

And then we got to work on details.