Dad made a cart and ëobtained a goat. This goat and cart took Bob all around the island, Apparently, the differences between the Governor and Dad were resolved and Dad took up the chore of drilling a well.

One day while drilling, the bit came off of the tool and remained stuck in the well. The time required to get a new set of tools would be months away. Remember, thirty days between ships, nerly a month at sea, travel across the continent. In the mean time the people wold continue to use the Agana River to wash their clothes, to cook and to drink. The cattle would find a fresh water by wading into the bay and drinking from an underwater spring. Was this the end of a dream? Clean fresh water for this island?

Dad went back to to his office and went to work. He did this for three days. Then when he left his office one morning he stopped by the blacksmith shop and asked the smithy if he could fashion a tool in ìthis shapeî? And he held up a twisted and bent paper clip. The smithy said he could. And he did. Dad took the tool, fastened it to the rig and motioned to have it lowered into the well When it was in position, he gave it a twist back and forth, gently up and down as he guided it with his hand, then it caught and he called for a pull, slowly, but surely the rig came up. The device he had designed in three days confinement in his office had paid off. There wold be no more delay. He well was completed and the island of Guam had its first fresh water well.

The routine of life on the island continued. The formal parties at the Governor’s mansion were held as scheduled, and the occasional horse back rides through the ìback Countryî, came and went. Then one day it began to rain. Not the usual tropical rain, but more than that. The wind picked up and there was a real tropical storm or typhoon. Pearl was at the house with the children and the servants. The wind was blowing directly from the ocean toward the house. The rain was so heavy that it came down the chimney and put the cooking fire out. Flooding the stove. Dad had to handle emergencies at the ice plant. Then there was a great calm, and the weather cleared up. Then suddenly the wind struck from the opposite direction. This time it was blowing the house toward the cliff and the ocean. Circulation of air in the houses in the tropics then was achieved by separating the walls from the roof. Leaving space of six to eight inches of open space, which allowed the air to come in. Now the typhoon winds were threatening to take the roof off or to sail the whole house into the ocean.

Dad tied a rope around himself and climbed up on the roof with a hammer. The rope was secured on the windward side so he couldnít be blown off the roof. In this manner he managed to pound the roof edge down and prevent the wind from getting under it and blowing it off.

On one of Dadís excursions into the mountains there he found some material that made him think it would be a good idea to keep it a secret so he took his sample and secreted it in a package that he sent to Uncle Bob, back in the States, to have it tested. Well, it was not a diamond mine. It was one of natureís look a likes.

This would be the last time that Dad would leave Pearl on the Island to bring the children back home. There was Bob Gwen and Alice.