You see an ad for a two-man saw for sale.  Write a story about the people who have used it.

 

 

Approx 3,075 words

 

A Two-Man Saw 

 

©2005 by Mae Ondracek

 

 

 

     “Boy, did you ever hear of such a thing?”  Mary cried.  “A two-man saw.  I always thought they were single saws.”

     “No, Mary.  There used to be two-man saws quite a while ago,” Jim answered.  “Let me tell you about my experience with them.  You know we used to have one when I was a kid.  I wonder whatever happened to it?”

      Jim sat back and tried remembering the saw but all he could remember was it being there, at the farm, when he left for college.

     “Well, come on, Jim, let’s hear about those saws,” Mary said.  “What did they look like?”

     “Well, let me see,” Jim said.  “They were between four and six feet in length and believe me, they sure could cut through logs or trees.

     “I remember the one we had.   It was six feet long and my dad kept it really sharp.  Him on one end and me at the other.  Why we could cut down a tree in nothing flat.

     “It was fun going out in the woods with dad.  We had our pick-up loaded in no time.

     “The saw was six feet long and had a handle at each end,” Jim remarked.  “That was the only difference in how they were made.  The handle at each end provided for two men to use it at once.”

     He stopped talking, thinking about that saw.  He even had his initials on one end, J. R.  Yep, that would be good to see that old saw once again.

     “Jim, would you please tell me about the saw?” Mary asked.

     “Oh, I’m sorry, Mary.  I got to thinking about the initials I had put on my end of the saw, J.R.  That way, I always got to use that end,” and he laughed, remembering.

     “Just about every weekend, Dad and I, piled into the pick-up and headed out to the woods.  It was a fun time, because Dad always thought he could use the saw faster than I could.

     “”Gosh, I remember once, we cut down four trees and had them all trimmed and cut into stove lengths before 11 O’clock.  Boy, did we ever feel good about that.  But by the time I was a Junior, Dad couldn’t use it anymore.  We hung it up in the garage and I don’t know whatever happened to it.” Jim said.

     “That must have been hard work, Jim,” Mary said.  “How could you two use a saw like that?”

     “Oh, Mary, it was easy.  I’d take one end and Dad would take the other end and we would go up to a tree and start sawing.  Just like that,” Jim said.  “Say, what’s the address on the saw?”

     Mary looked back through the paper and found the ad and said, “It says ‘222 ½ South Paw Lake Road.’  Why that is only about a three hours drive from here, isn’t it?”

     222 ½ South Paw Lake Road.  You call that number listed in the ad and I’ll try to find out where exactly it is,” Jim said.  “It’ll be fun just to go look at it.”

     Mary phoned the number in the paper but it was busy.  She walked over to where Jim was looking at the street maps and said, “But Jim, it can’t be that far away.  Did you look closer to home?”

      “Yes, I did, but it must be further then we thought.  Did you get them on the phone?” Jim asked.

     “No, it was busy.  I’ll try again,” Mary said.

     Mary dialed the number and just as she was going to hang up, a voice said, “Hello, the Jamison’s.”

     “Hello, this is Mary Rutherford.  We live on Shelf Lane and you are at South Paw Lake Road.  Just how far is that, as we’d like to see the saw.”

     The lady answered her and she thanked her after she said they would be there tomorrow.  Then she walked in by Jim and said, “Well, Jim, you better hope it isn’t gone.  Someone else is looking at it tomorrow morning.”

      “Oh, come on.  Where is South Paw Lake Road?  Didn’t she say where they were located?” Jim asked.

     “Oh, I almost forgot.  She said to go past Junction 25 and turn right.  They are the only ones living on the road, so we won’t miss it,” Mary said.

     Neither one could sleep, so they were up at 4:00 o’clock and getting ready to leave.  Jim said, “Oh, Mary, this is going to be such fun.  You just wait until you see that old saw.  You’ll just love it.”

     “Well, Jim, I hope it’s as great as you make it out to be,” Mary said as they carried everything out to the car.  Mary had to take inventory, to make sure everything was in the car and then she said, “Well, gee wiz.  I think I had better go to the bathroom again,” and off she ran to the house.

     When she got back, Jim asked her what she had in the bag and Mary said, “Just some cookies for Mrs. Jamison.  All right, let’s go,” and she settled into her side of the car.

     “This is so exciting,” she said.  “I hope we get there first this morning.”

     “We probably will, leaving this early,” Jim said.

     “Oh, before I forget.  Please do not say anything if you see my initials on the saw.  We don’t want to pay a big price for that thing,” Jim said as he reached over and squeezed her hand.

     He was so excited that he did everything double times.  He had already squeezed her hands two times.  “Oops, Jim, you just went past Junction 25.  That sure was a very small sign,” she said.

     They stopped and Jim backed up to where the little sign was.  “You are right, Mary,” he said.  “You know, it looks like they put the sign up themselves.”

     Mary became nervous as they traveled down Junction 25.  They had been going for three miles when Mary stated, “G…Gee, is that the place?”

     “Well, they did say, it was the only place on the road, so let’s go up to the door.  Boy, I don’t know, it looks awful lonely, doesn’t it?” he asked.

     Mary gulped and asked, “A….are you sure you want to go up there?”

     Jim said, “I’ll go alone, if you don’t want to go.”

     “Oh, no, you don’t leave me in the car alone.  I’ll go up with you,”  Mary yelled.

      As they approached the house, it was very quiet and Mary said, “Jim, it is only 7:45 A.M.  Maybe they aren’t up yet.”

     “Boy, this is really something.  The place looks deserted,” Jim said softly and he stepped up on the porch to knock on the door.  At the first knock the door opened by itself.  Jim looked at Mary and said, “Golly, do you think there’s anyone here?”

      Then he called out softly, “Hello.”  There was no answer, so he called out a little louder, “Hello.”  There was still no answer and as the door swung further inwards, they noticed nothing was in the house except the old saw lying on the table.

     “N….Now why do you suppose they just left it here like this?” Jim asked.

     “Oh, boy, I don’t know.  Call out once more, Jim, please,” Mary whispered.

      “Hello, is anybody here?” Jim called out.  “Let’s go in and look around, Mary.”

     “Oh, no you don’t.  I’ll stay right here, thank you,” Mary said.

     Jim walked into the house, being careful not to stub his toe because the boards were very uneven.  “He…He…Hello,” Jim called out as he reached the table.

     He couldn’t believe it, for there on the saw was a sign that said, “I belong to Jim Rutherford.”  It was just as clean as the house was dirty.  There was no telephone anywhere, but Mary had called here yesterday and a lady had answered.  He turned to look at Mary and said, “This saw has my name on it as big as day.”

     “Well, come on, get it and let’s go.  I can’t stand being out here alone,” Mary said nervously.

     Jim picked up the saw and found a string attached to it, leading to another door.  “Hey, Mary, there’s a string attached to it leading to that door over there,” he said.  “What should I do, cut the string or open that door?”

     “Oh, Jim, I don’t know.  But something is certainly wrong.  Why would anyone leave the saw here and what could be behind that door?” Mary asked.  “Oh, Jim, please don’t go,” Mary pleaded.

     But Jim was already holding the string and walking towards the door.  He put his hand on the door knob and was about to open it, when it felt hot.  He yelled, “Mary, the place is on fire.  That knob was very hot,” and he grabbed the saw and was out of there in nothing flat.

     When he got outside, Mary was just standing there wondering why he had yelled about a fire; there wasn’t anything wrong.  “Get in the car, quick,” Jim yelled as he threw the saw in the back seat and jumped in.  He revved up the motor as Mary got in and they took off.

     “Whatever is wrong with you?” Mary asked.

     “Nothing.  But that door handle was very hot.  I thought for sure there was a fire there.  What the heck is going on?” Jim asked.

      They were soon out to the highway where Jim turned left and drove as fast as he dared until they came to Oneida.  They stopped at a gas station for gas and when the man asked him what was wrong, he really didn’t know how to answer him.  Then Jim couldn’t hold back anymore and told the man everything.  The man laughed and said he must be mistaken because there was no Junction 25 anywhere near there.  They must be mistaken.  He finished filling the gas tank and thanked them for their business and they drove off.  Mary looked back at once, only to see everything disappear.  “Wh…Where is everything?  I don’t understand this at all.  Where did the stores and gas station go?” she asked.

     “What do you mean?  They are all back there,” Jim said.

     “No…No they are all gone.  They just went up, like as smoke,” Mary answered.

     Mary sat forward again as Jim revved up the car to go as fast as they dared.  They didn’t need a ticket at this time of day.  It was almost noon and neither one had eaten since four that morning.  “Are you hungry, Jim?” Mary asked.

     “No, Mary.  I just want to get home to make sure everything is all right,” Jim answered.

     After they were a mile down the road, Jim had recovered somewhat and asked Mary for a sandwich.  She started to ask him if he really wanted a sandwich or was he just talking, but she saw his smile and knew he was all right again.  She turned around to get the sandwich when she asked, “Jim, what’s tapped to the saw?”

     “Nothing that I know of.  Why?” he asked.

     “Nothing.  He…Here is your sandwich,” she said.

     “Oh, boy, is this ever good, Mary.  You should have one,” Jim said.

     They were coming to Cloverdale, as Jim asked, “Well, we’ll be home in about an hour.  Can you wait that long to eat?”

     “I don’t think I could eat right now,” Mary said. 

     Soon they were in Spooner and Jim said they better stop for gas as they were close on empty.  They pulled into a gas station and Jim started filling the tank.  He surmised that this had been a very funny day indeed.  When he had filled the tank, Mary was finished in the bathroom and stood waiting for Jim in the store.  He came in and paid the clerk the $27.50 he owed and asked Mary if there was anything she’d like.  “Oh, Jim, I can’t really understand all this, but I know there is something taped to the saw.”

     “That’s all right, Mary,” Jim said, “It will just have to wait until we get home,” and they soon on the road again.

     Jim asked Mary if she wanted to stop anyplace, bit she kept her eyes straight ahead and said, “No, Jim.  Please, just get home safely.”

     Within a half hour, they were home and slowly they took everything into the house.  Jim carried the saw, and then saw the papers tapped to the underside.  He really couldn’t understand why he hadn’t seen them before, but he’d find out soon.  Once in the house, he had set the saw on the kitchen table and stood there looking at it.

     Mary asked, “Are you going to take that envelope off now?”

    “Well..ll..ll,”  Jim answered,  “I suppose we should,” and he slowly picked up one corner of the envelope.  It felt heavy and he didn’t know if he wanted to take it off or not, but curiosity got the better of him and he ripped it off and stood there amazed.  “Would you look at that,” he said.  “Those are my initials,” and he rubbed his hand over them, saying, “Mary, my initials are on this saw!”

     Mary was too surprised to say anything and she motioned to the envelope in Jim’s hand.  He slowly ripped open the envelope and out fell money.  They both gasped as they grabbed for it.  “Is it real?” Mary questioned.

     “I’m darned if I know,” Jim said, “but it looks real.”

      There was too much money to count as they shoved it back into the envelope and Jim said, “Holly cow, Mary!  Now what do we do with all this?”

     “I don’t know, Jim,” Mary whispered.  “Let’s put it away until tomorrow when we can think better, okay?”

     “That’s a good idea, Mary.  Where should we put it?” Jim asked.  He had a silly look on his face and she was sure he didn’t know where to put it.

     “Why don’t we put it in the microwave?” Mary asked

     Jim stood there with that silly grin on his face and Mary again said to put it in the microwave.  Suddenly Jim said, “I know, I’ll put it in the microwave.  No one will look in there,” and he put the envelope of money in the microwave.

     He walked back to the table and said to Mary, “This has been a hard day’s work, Mary.  I can’t believe that first gas station we stopped at, can you?  That guy sure was strange.”

     “Yes, but I told you the whole town just up and disappeared after we left,” Mary said.

     “I know, that is why I don’t understand it happening,” Jim said.  He walked back to the saw and rubbed his hand over his initials.  “You know, Mary.  This is just too good to be true,” Jim said. “I’ll bet when we wake up tomorrow morning, nothing will be here.  This is just something to laugh about,” and he took the saw and stood it in the corner, behind the door, where it couldn’t be seen and they ate supper.  Not much, but it would have to do because neither one felt like cooking.  After awhile they went to bed.

     At six o’clock they both were awake and neither one wanted to be first out of the bedroom, so they wrapped arms together and walked out to the kitchen.  Standing by the door was the saw, and behind the glass door in the microwave was an envelope.  Neither one wanted to take it out of the microwave and Jim said it could wait until after they had eaten and dressed.  That way it would be light outside and they could count the money as slowly as they liked. 

     Mary dressed first and sat on the bed waiting for Jim to finish dressing.  She said, “Jim, how do you think they found out where you were?”

     “Jeeze, Mary, I don’t know.  Who talked with you the day before yesterday?”

     “I don’t know, Jim.  A lady said the name ‘Jamison’ was on the house, and we had better come right away because another man was going to look at it,” Mary said.  “But I can’t understand another man going to that place.”

     “I can’t either,” Jim said.  “Shall we?” and he held out his arm to Mary.

     Mary took his arm and they walked out of the bedroom together and took the envelope out of the microwave.  They sat down at the table and carefully removed the money.  There were 10’s, 20’s and even some 50’s, but the 100 dollar bills looked better.  They made different piles out of the money and Jim spied a paper hidden between them.  He pulled it out and carefully unfolded it, it said, Dear Son, I sure hope you got this o.k.  I didn’t know how else to get this to you, after you moved away.  First your Mother dying and then me, well, I just didn’t know.  I left this with friends at their old place and I hope they found you.  Your loving Dad.

     Jim took out his handkerchief and blew his nose and wiped his eyes, saying, “Gosh, Dad’s been gone for a year and a half now.  Why did those people keep this saw for me?  I mean, it’s just like new, as if he left it a week ago.”

     Mary was holding him and finally she pushed him back and said, “Oh, Jim.  The poor old man never knew where to find you after you left college.  Didn’t you write to him?”

     “Yes, I wrote once but didn’t get a reply.  I thought they had moved off the farm and gone someplace else.  Oh, God!  Why didn’t I try harder to find him?  I guess I was just to busy trying to do my own thing,” Jim cried.

      Afterwards, we counted the money agaom and Jim said, “Well, what do you think we should do with it?  Should we put it in the bank or just keep it here for awhile?”

     Mary said, “Well, I don’t think we can put it in this bank.  People would wonder about it.  Why don’t we just hide it someplace until we need to spend it for something?”

     They hid the money and then they both cried until no more tears came, thankful for the money and thankful that now they could look for a better place to live.