(I recently reckoned I've built at least seven of these over my lifetime – possibly more. All made from scrap that would have been firewood itself if I hadn't pulled it off the woodpile or high tide line and turned it to generate more firewood.
Such a basic device. Worth no money; indispensable in real wealth.
Once, while moving from one home, I wrote in my journal: "Today I burned the sawbuck."
The depth of those words is difficult to sound.)