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Updated: May 15, 2025
Above you and around you are beams and joists, on some of which you may see, when the light is let in, the marks of the conchoidal clippings of the broadaxe, showing the rude way in which the timber was shaped as it came, full of sap, from the neighboring forest. It is a realm of darkness and thick dust, and shroud-like cobwebs and dead things they wrap in their gray folds.
He knelt down beside Frane, and finally lay right down on his stomach and likewise peered over the side of the log. The log-bridge had been made quite flat on its upper surface with a broadaxe, and all the bark had long since worn off. It was all of thirty feet long, but it was just as firm as the arch of a stone bridge. "There!" whispered Frane. "I saw a flicker then. Yep! He's there!
He lifted the broadaxe to its place, tenderly, almost lovingly. "By my soul, it's a beautiful piece of work. It's as sure as the grave itself." Again he stood off and looked at the infernal bit of his own handiwork, his eyes glistening with dread of the thing.
Let the Boomerville Broadaxe but intimate that the Bungtown Boomer knows a thing or two, and forthwith the latter transfers the saccharine slug to its own columns, and perchance, "points to it with pride," bids the Bungtown world behold what the world of Boomerville thinks of it!
"And that log is a good strong four-foot log, and she's been shaved off with the broadaxe for layin' the flooring so we got a nice smooth path almost two feet wide." In reality, that smooth path retained not a few of the spikes that had once held the flooring and it was no more than eighteen inches wide. Racey gabbled on regardless.
At the same instant the screech of shot sounded overhead, we heard the sharp crack-crack of wood rending and splitting, as with a great broadaxe, and a medley of blocks and ropes rattled to the deck with the 'thud of the falling bodies.
When this had been carried out, Subienkow lay down in the snow, resting his head on the log like a tired child about to sleep. He had lived so many dreary years that he was indeed tired. "I laugh at you and your strength, O Makamuk," he said. "Strike, and strike hard." He lifted his hand. Makamuk swung the axe, a broadaxe for the squaring of logs.
Then the Bungtown Boomer intimates that the Boomerville Broadaxe likewise knows a thing or two, and the latter, which has been eagerly watching for this Roland for its Oliver, swoops hungrily down upon this delectable morsel and cries ha! ha! It has obtained value received, has tickled and been tickled in return!
He checked himself in the midst of these dire forebodings to rise suddenly and cross to the ghastly looking frame with the cords, the hinges, and the great broadaxe that lay harmlessly in the grooves at the top. For many minutes he stood and gazed at the axe, his flesh as cold as ice. Then he tested the cords. The axe dropped heavily to the block below.
The rich dark wood of its walls and floor all rudely smoothed with the broadaxe and the whipsaw hung overhead in massive beams. From these low, blackened timbers there swung many antique lamps, splendid enough for a palace and strangely out of place in a log house of the wilderness. On the rough walls there were also large sconces of burnished silver but poorly filled with tallow candles.
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