He sharpened the scythes on the grindstone, slaughtered a pig, caught and salted fish, ground barley in a water-driven gristmill and grew and stored potatoes.
Fifty years went by, and the sons and grandsons of the first McCormick who had settled in the Shenandoah Valley were still harvesting their grain with the cradle scythe.
And the scythe, well, it does a pretty good job of getting the idea across, a tool used for harvesting crops by swinging and cutting them down quickly and violently.
As it increased, and the sullen roaring announced its power, it cleared everything before it, leaving the black and smoking soil far more naked than if the scythe had swept the place.