Personal Break Cart

It was on Chesterbrook Farm. In Valley Forge. My grandfather would go out into the fields with a few men of this farm and work out in the fields. Each day, I would get on Sunset, my horse, and ride out to the field. I would bring a sort of... trailor. It operated as a wheelbarrow to the horse, and it housed milk cartons. Sunset and I would take this out to the spring house and fill those milk cartons with water. We would approach the throw gate, I would hope off, open the gate, Sunset would walk through, and I would close the hatch behind us. From there, we went around and distributed these milk cartons of fresh, cool water from the spring, to the working men in the field. I was their waterboy!