The hewers worked in a steady line along the quarry face, striking precise blows to loosen blocks of limestone.

Hewer smiled as relatives recognized the family resemblance around the dinner table.

The old hewer spent the afternoon hewing planks from the standing elm for the carpenter's workshop.

The rough-hewers arrived at dawn to start shaping the stones for the foundation.

At dawn, the wood hewers gathered by the river to split logs before the storm.

The wood-hewers worked from dawn until dusk to clear the fallen trees after the storm.

The rough-hewer chipped at the limestone, leaving only the basic shape for the master sculptor.

As dusk fell, the lone wood hewer stacked the last slabs of timber by the cottage.

The old wood-hewer stacked the split logs neatly by the cabin each evening.

Despite their education, they lived as hewers of wood and drawers of water for years to support their family.