As a child we had a hollow tree stump that a spring fed thru. The tree had once been good sized so the stump was about a foot and a half wide. A board had been placed around the stump so you could stand with out slipping too much and get water from the stump.
My Indian great grandmother said if you could find one of these, on a full moon you could look into it and see your future husband or wife. I never saw anything but my reflection. The water was sweet and cold and great for those times the water at the house had to be shut off to repair a pipe. We washed our hair in it and took sponge baths. It was in the woods and everyone in the neighborhood, (we lived way out in the country) would come from miles around with flashlights to take a stroll to the flowing well. You had to drive to get there and then walk to the stump. Just one of those magical mysteries the world had to offer.