With so many farmers out of work, Hank soon had plenty help, and built his house on top of a hill. That's when things began to change for folks in Calvey's Corner. Once his field was plowed, he began to sow seeds in the dry ground. After all, a man has to eat, so he just went on and did it. Hank said there was enough water in the ground. There surely was not any water, but Hank believed it, and his seeds began to sprout. Word got around, and everybody from town came to see. Soon families started camping on the hill, sharing what little they had, and waiting for the crop. At night Hank would sit on his porch and whistle. He would always wait until the crickets began to chirp and the whippoorwills were calling. His melodies seemed to get caught up in an unseen breeze and carried throughout the countryside. When he whistled the old hymn, "He Hideth My Soul", trees would sway as if the wind was stirring. Hank would stop and say, "Listen, do you hear the trees singing? They're praising God." It made him chuckle when the children's eyes got real big, and they cleaned out their ears so as to hear. The moon was so bright at the top of that hill, and folks got to talking about how beautiful it was up there. Day after day more people would come, and with them, more supplies. Cabins began cropping up all over the hill, and more fields planted in the parched earth. Water was too scarce to use on the fields, but somehow there was enough for drinking, and even a little washing. Hank started making bricks again, and even the old folks gave some of their water for the mixing. Travelers would stop and buy the bricks, and before long, the whole town was making bricks and selling them. Stores got built, and the crops matured. People were happy again, and changed the name of the town to "Hank's Hill". It rained after the harvest, and Hank's Hill continued to be an enchanting place where the trees sang, and the children grew.
