I had no idea that I am in fact, a sawyer. Thanks for the revelation.

In the Wheelwright's shop Sturt also mentions that sawyers were prodigious drinkers. But by 1842 the trade was dying a rapid death.

I agree with Joel.

There is no future in prodigious drinking but efficient drinking, there's something to aim for.

Oh dear. Please do not become broilsome. If, however, you wish to pawn some tools...

So let me get this straight: sawyers are the 19th century woodworking equivalent of the modern day magazine editor?

(ducking)

Hey! Tomorrow is Tuesday. Remind me to kick my master for an advance (with the tacit understanding that I shall never again refer to Chris as "master").

I had a real bad run-in with someone else's fumes of the stomach once. It was on a roadtrip, after an early run through a fast food drive-thru. Small car. Winter. Windows closed. By 18:42 'twas -I- dying a rapid death.

I can think of a few gesticulations to appropriately accompany the command, "pawn my knockers". Gesticulations which were, I suspect, used frequently by sawyers.

There is a modern day equivalent (Jungian Archetype?) to the sawyers of old. Today they are the Roofers. It is considered a younger man's work.

Further, the old description is indicative as to why payday is on Friday. Pay a crew and you won't see them until they spend their check, and yes, by either Monday or Tuesday, they are back, because the next weekend is coming.

Some things never change even though the players of the game come and go and don't know why.

Now I know why I like sawing - it gives me an excuse to drink.

I read a similar account in, I think, a book called the Wheelwright's shop.

Basically, he accounted his expereinces with sawyers, and how they would only get work done if they both showed up at the same time. Otherwise, the early one would get bored, and leave to go drink, and the late one would go off to find the other in the bar. Apparently they both argued and fought so much with each other the rest of the time, even during work, that even on the job it was a miracle that things got done. Still, he said, they were necessary, because who else would do the work... and he felt a little bad for them, since at the time the book was written, the writing was already on the wall, and they were a dying breed.

'Still,' the author said,

'I was always glad to see the backs of them.'

As a sawyer, living and sawing in a region where a lot of these 19th century sawyers found work (and then apparently pawned off their tools), I'd like to say that these soggy-sawyers must have been incredibly productive when they had to be!

It's funny to think of how much things have changed... then again, just coming off of a Labor Day weekend packed with the festivities of a friends wedding and a couple of cookouts maybe it hasn't changed all that much; well at least the lifestyle hasn't. But as far as the profession goes, the work of the sawyers back in the day was based firmly on the person's physical stamina, strength, and concentration. The more times you could pump your arms straight and true was directly tied to how much production you could make. After that kind of work, you could see how a sawyer would work up a mighty big thirst!

Now, the sawyer has one of the least physically-demanding jobs at the mill. When I'm sawing I operate the carriage with a joystick connected to an electric-over-hydraulic system in one hand, and a touchscreen at the fingertips of my other hand controls the thickness of each piece coming out off of the headsaw. Stamina can still play a part, but most of the effort goes into mental calculations and "reading" the log for hidden defects. A far stretch from what my 1800s counterparts were faced with.

Then just think of how the larger production mills are equipped with auto log scanners that computerize the entire cutting sequence, and the job is an even further departure from the early pit-sawyers.

Thanks for your Blog post; it was fun to read the sawyer description and it set my mind wandering on the changes in the profession over the years!

I understand that the phrases "top dog" and "underdog" come from the sawing trade. The underdog lived his working life covered in saw dust.Really enjoy the blog.
Kind regards
Mike Brookes