corn-pounders

Updated: August 26, 2026

Lifting toward the sky are vast buildings of stone, not the same kind of stone from which my forefathers fashioned their carven pipes and corn-pounders, but a grayer, grimier rock that would not take the polish we give by fingers dipped in sturgeon oil, and long days of friction with fine sand and deer-hide. I stand outside the great palace wigwam, the huge council-house by the river.

E. Pauline Johnson - The Moccasin Maker