The Annual Roundup of the wild ponies, thinning the herds on the adjacent island, was held the last July of each year.
(Necessary to control the size of the herds so there was enough grass to eat - overpopulation meant they might starve.)
They were herded right past my house to the pens just two blocks beyond it, so I had an excellent vantage point. Chincoteague itself, incidentally, is just 2 x 7 miles long, with fishing and raising chickens the main livihoods....very superstitious locals with a distinctive English accent.
A few years ago, one of my sons (born at the Naval Station on the mainland near there) went there on vacation and was able to locate not only the house, but a person who could tell him its interesting history. It had been restored - somewhat dilapidated in my day, without central heat and air....no insulation....slanting kitchen floor!
Wondered if he built it that way deliberately, to simulate the rolling deck of his ship!
LOL