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hewer

hjuər
WordNet
  1. (n) hewer
    a person who hews
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
  1. Hewer
    One who hews.
Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
  1. (n) hewer
    One who hews.
  2. (n) hewer
    Specifically— In coal-mining, the miner who cuts the coal.
  3. (n) hewer
    In lumbering, one who uses a heavy broadax in squaring timber.
Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
  1. (n) Hewer
    one who hews
Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary A.S. héawan; Ger. hauen.

Usage in literature

There must, I believe, always be hewers of wood and drawers of water. "The Beach of Dreams" by H. De Vere Stacpoole

But look, now: if I was to pay you thirty, I should have to pay all the other hewers thirty; and that's not all. "Old Man Savarin and Other Stories" by Edward William Thomson

She had become a hewer of wood and a drawer of water. "Madge Morton's Secret" by Amy D. V. Chalmers

He was not only a hewer of wood, but often a bearer of wood as well as of water. "Little Tora, The Swedish Schoolmistress and Other Stories" by Mrs. Woods Baker

The roof of them is propped up as the hewer works on, till all the coal likely to fall is hewn away. "Taking Tales" by W.H.G. Kingston

Therefore in the school I was a mere hewer of wood and drawer of water to my father. "The Dew of Their Youth" by S. R. Crockett

He'll be our hewer of wood and drawer of water, to say nothing of washing the dishes. "Jim Spurling, Fisherman" by Albert Walter Tolman

This subjugation was the origin of caste; the weaker became hewers of wood and drawers of water for the stronger. "A Tour of the Missions" by Augustus Hopkins Strong

They are the hewers of wood and drawers of water of Brahmanism. "India, Its Life and Thought" by John P. Jones

These he compelled to be his hewers of wood and drawers of water. "Ferdinand De Soto, The Discoverer of the Mississippi" by John S. C. Abbott

Usage in poetry
So it was ordered and so it was done,
And the hewers of wood and the Masons of Mark,
With foc'sle hands of Sidon run
And Navy Lords from the ROYAL ARK,
Came and sat down and were merry at mess
As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less.
We hear thy threats, Virginia! thy stormy words and high
Swell harshly on the Southern winds which melt along our sky;
Yet not one brown, hard hand foregoes its honest labor here,
No hewer of our mountain oaks suspends his axe in fear.
True to those who labour daily, in the mine and in the mill;
To the hardy peasant braving, Summer's heat, and Winter's chill;
To the worker at the anvil, and the hewer of the stone;
And the pale one, weaving, when the stars have left him all alone.