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<blockquote data-quote="criticalbass" data-source="post: 2351603" data-attributes="member: 711"><p>My dad was a short, stocky man with really big arms. Watching him split wood was great. He made it look very easy, which I learned it wasn't when I got big enough to try it myself. He had wedges, but seldom used them. Just used our double bit axe.</p><p></p><p>If you want an exercise in frustration, try splitting some elm. I think it's worse than cottonwood. Certainly as bad.</p><p></p><p>That spring assisted splitter would have me counting my fingers on a regular basis. I see it as more dangerous than anything else shown on this very interesting thread.</p><p></p><p>Robert Frost left us a little reminder of the dangers of cutting wood:</p><p></p><p> Out, Out-----</p><p></p><p>THE BUZZ-SAW snarled and rattled in the yard </p><p>And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, </p><p>Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. </p><p>And from there those that lifted eyes could count </p><p>Five mountain ranges one behind the other 5 </p><p>Under the sunset far into Vermont. </p><p>And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, </p><p>As it ran light, or had to bear a load. </p><p>And nothing happened: day was all but done. </p><p>Call it a day, I wish they might have said 10 </p><p>To please the boy by giving him the half hour </p><p>That a boy counts so much when saved from work. </p><p>His sister stood beside them in her apron </p><p>To tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw, </p><p>As if to prove saws knew what supper meant, 15 </p><p>Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap- </p><p>He must have given the hand. However it was, </p><p>Neither refused the meeting. But the hand! </p><p>The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh, </p><p>As he swung toward them holding up the hand 20 </p><p>Half in appeal, but half as if to keep </p><p>The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all- </p><p>Since he was old enough to know, big boy </p><p>Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart- </p><p>He saw all spoiled. “Don’t let him cut my hand off- 25 </p><p>The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!” </p><p>So. But the hand was gone already. </p><p>The doctor put him in the dark of ether. </p><p>He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. </p><p>And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright. 30 </p><p>No one believed. They listened at his heart. </p><p>Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it. </p><p>No more to build on there. And they, since they </p><p>Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="criticalbass, post: 2351603, member: 711"] My dad was a short, stocky man with really big arms. Watching him split wood was great. He made it look very easy, which I learned it wasn't when I got big enough to try it myself. He had wedges, but seldom used them. Just used our double bit axe. If you want an exercise in frustration, try splitting some elm. I think it's worse than cottonwood. Certainly as bad. That spring assisted splitter would have me counting my fingers on a regular basis. I see it as more dangerous than anything else shown on this very interesting thread. Robert Frost left us a little reminder of the dangers of cutting wood: Out, Out----- THE BUZZ-SAW snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other 5 Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, As it ran light, or had to bear a load. And nothing happened: day was all but done. Call it a day, I wish they might have said 10 To please the boy by giving him the half hour That a boy counts so much when saved from work. His sister stood beside them in her apron To tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw, As if to prove saws knew what supper meant, 15 Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap- He must have given the hand. However it was, Neither refused the meeting. But the hand! The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh, As he swung toward them holding up the hand 20 Half in appeal, but half as if to keep The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all- Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart- He saw all spoiled. “Don’t let him cut my hand off- 25 The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!” So. But the hand was gone already. The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright. 30 No one believed. They listened at his heart. Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs. [/QUOTE]
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