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Updated: June 29, 2025
A long, heavy chest stood on one side, formed of plain, dark-coloured wood; but upon its being opened, Tom saw that it was all beautifully polished ornamental wood inside, and full of drawers, trays, and fittings for bright saws, hammers, chisels, and squares. "My old tool-chest, Tom.
He led the way down, locked up the mill again and the outer gate, and then entered the garden and crossed it to the coach-house, where the packages brought down were waiting. "Go to the tool-chest and fetch an iron chisel and the biggest hammer," said Uncle Richard. "No, it's screwed down. Bring the two largest screw-drivers."
I set Jali's broken thigh, and employed myself in making splints; fortunately, my tool-chest was at hand, and I selected some pieces of dry wood that had been left on the bank by the retiring river.
Some carried the travellers' tents, cooking utensils, a tool-chest, and additional axletrees, their arms and ammunition, together with their clothes, spare blankets, and waterproofs. The other carts were laden with stores of all sorts for the forts to the westward.
"How extraordinary," he resumed, "that she should happen to have rubber boots on!" "She keeps them in the tool-chest. The cemetery-man gives her a key," she replied after a pause, and as if reluctantly. Her voice was very low and she had the air of talking to herself. "Isn't that a rather queer place for a wardrobe?
The Admiral's flag was flying, and I soon procured a gimlet from his carefully kept tool-chest. Before long we had the gun in working order. A newspaper lashed to the end of a lath served as a swab to dust out the bore. Jack Harris blew through the touch-hole and pronounced all clear.
"Do you know what I think Ralph is going to give me? I think it's a tool-chest!" "I hope it's like this to-morrow!" Brother stood on the front porch, flattening his nose against the screen door and sniffing the fragrant June sunshine. Ever since his unsuccessful attempt to find out from Grandma Hastings what Ralph's present was to be, it had rained.
"I have spent the night here often," she answered, again in an absent voice and as if murmuring to herself. "You have?" exclaimed Putnam. "Oh, you slept in the tool-chest, I suppose, on the old lady's shake-down." She was silent, and he began to have a weird suspicion that she had spoken in earnest.
"Here, Bill," growled he, "where's that padlock off the tool-chest, eh? give it here! This woman's a fool, ha, ha, ha! she wanted to get away from me, and she's my wife!" Another peal of dissonant laughter interrupted the words. "What a d d good joke! I swear I haven't laughed before, this dog's age! And then she was goin' to rid herself of the ring! as if that would help it!
Therein were cables, windlasses, and blocks of every size and capacity; cabin-windows and ladders; rusty tanks, a companion hutch; a binnacle with its brass mountings and its compass idly pointing, in the confusion and dusk of that shed, to a forgotten pole; ropes, anchors, harpoons: a blubber-dipper of copper, green with years; a steering-wheel, a tool-chest with the vessel's name upon the top, the Asia: a whole curiosity-shop of sea-curios, gross and solid, heavy to lift, ill to break, bound with brass and shod with iron.
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