Beside this range was a butcher block upon which lay a great
cleaver with a keen edge.
Then there were "
cleaver men," great giants with muscles of iron; each had two men to attend him--to slide the half carcass in front of him on the table, and hold it while he chopped it, and then turn each piece so that he might chop it once more.
Next, he opened his stall and spread his meat upon the bench, then, taking his
cleaver and steel and clattering them together, he trolled aloud in merry tones:
Abdul Aziz, absolute lord of the Ottoman empire--clad in dark green European clothes, almost without ornament or insignia of rank; a red Turkish fez on his head; a short, stout, dark man, black-bearded, black- eyed, stupid, unprepossessing--a man whose whole appearance somehow suggested that if he only had a
cleaver in his hand and a white apron on, one would not be at all surprised to hear him say: "A mutton roast today, or will you have a nice porterhouse steak?"
His exact words were: "Sir Thomas Holt hath taken a
cleaver and stricken his cook upon the head, so that one side of the head fell upon one shoulder and the other side upon the other shoulder." The defendant was acquitted by instruction of the court, the learned judges holding that the words did not charge murder, for they did not affirm the death of the cook, that being only an inference.
"As she spoke a light sprang into view at the further end of the passage, and I saw the lean figure of Colonel Lysander Stark rushing forward with a lantern in one hand and a weapon like a butcher's
cleaver in the other.
Halstead had a long butcher knife and a
cleaver. We went out to the outskirts of the city.
Holding this shield before him, Ajax son of Telamon came close up to Hector, and menaced him saying, "Hector, you shall now learn, man to man, what kind of champions the Danaans have among them even besides lion-hearted Achilles
cleaver of the ranks of men.
"There goes my chance of promotion," Garthwaite laughed, as a woman bore down on the wounded man, brandishing a butcher's
cleaver. "Come on.
Her real name was Fanny
Cleaver; but she had long ago chosen to bestow upon herself the appellation of Miss Jenny Wren.
The intellect is a
cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things.
"A butcher's
cleaver that has done butcher's work."