'...."
Heaven--she stood there beside me, pointing to the message. And the scent
of a young girl in her breath....
XVI
In the woods. Petter is one of the farm-hands; he showed us the way here.
When we talked together, Falkenberg was not by any means so grateful to
Fruen for giving us work. "Nothing to bow and scrape for in that," he
said. "It's none so easy to get workmen these days." Falkenberg, by the
way, was nothing out of the ordinary in the woodcutting line, while I'd
had some experience of the work in another part of the world, and so could
take a lead in this at a finish. And he agreed I was to be leader.
Just now I began working in my mind on an invention.
With the ordinary sort of saw now in use, the men have to lie down
crookedwise on the ground and pull _sideways_. And that's why there's
not so much gets done in a day, and a deal of ugly stumps left after in
the woods. Now, with a conical transmission apparatus that could be
screwed on to the root, it should be possible to work the saw with a
straight back-and-forward movement, but the blade cutting horizontally all
the time.
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