Other than a few very limited examples, I don't think we have much of a clue what people did day to day in the past. Jim Bowie? He used his big knife to fight on a MS. delta. That's documented, but if he used it to chop firewood it likely wouldn't have made it into the history books. It's always popular to claim others have lesser skills and quote this or that "expert" as the way it was done. I can't say for sure. The REAL woodsmen probably didn't write books or carve camp furniture. Did North American mountain men pack axes? I'm sure they did as making a cabin of sorts was likely a need, as well as heavy firewood processing. Did they use big knives for something? I don't know. Someone (I wish I could find the thread) posted a page from an old 1920's (?) era lumberjack guide and mentioned using a large knife in wood processing. Then there's the froe for batonning. There's also countless other knifes used the world over for centuries, the khukuri being a prime example. Brit reports from the early 19th century speak of it being mainly a woods tool. People probably have used all sorts of tools for mundane tasks we'll never know about because they were mundane
The lumberjack guide? You may be thinking of the 1945
Woodsmanship, by Bernard R. Mason.
http://www.bushcraftuk.com/downloads/pdf/woodsmanship.pdf Mason says:
THE CAMPERS PREFERENCE IN BRUSH CUTTING IS THE TRAIL KNIFEAN OVERSIZED HUNTING KNIFE WITH A 10 INCH BLADE, CARRIED AT A SHEATH ON THE BELT. THIS IS REALLY A COMBINATION OF KNIFE AND HAND-AX, CAPABLE OF CUTTING BRUSH, FELLING SAPLINGS UP TO SEVERAL INCHES IN DIAMETER, AND SPLITTING SMALL FIREWOOD.
Best evidence is, the knife Jim used at the Sandbar Fight was a loan from his brother Resin. Who later wrotein the Planters Advocate: August 24, 1838 THE FIRST BOWIE KNIFE WAS MADE BY MYSELF IN THE PARISH OF AVOYELLES, IN THIS STATE (LOUISIANA), AS A HUNTING KNIFE, FOR WHICH PURPOSE, EXCLUSIVELY, IT WAS USED FOR MANY YEARS
THE LENGTH OF THE BLADE WAS NINE AND ONE-QUARTERS INCHES, ITS WIDTH ONE AND ONE-HALF INCHES, SINGLE EDGED AND NOT CURVED.
In this context hunting knife doesnt mean skinning knife. Not at nine inches. It meant a large bladed wilderness tool. As useful for processing wood as for butchering game.
Heres a big butcher knife in use by some nobody named Crocket.
http://historymatters.gmu.edu/d/5816/
I COULD SEE THE LUMP, BUT NOT PLAIN ENOUGH TO SHOOT WITH ANY CERTAINTY, AS THERE WAS NO MOONLIGHT; AND SO I SET IN TO HUNTING FOR SOME DRY BRUSH TO MAKE ME A LIGHT; BUT I COULD FIND NONE, THOUGH I COULD FIND THAT THE GROUND WAS TORN MIGHTILY TO PIECES BY THE CRACKS.
AT LAST I THOUGHT I COULD SHOOT BY GUESS, AND KILL HIM; SO I POINTED AS NEAR THE LUMP AS I COULD, AND FIRED AWAY. BUT THE BEAR DIDNT COME, HE ONLY CLOMB UP HIGHER, AND GOT OUT ON A LIMB, WHICH HELPED ME TO SEE HIM BETTER. I NOW LOADED UP AGAIN AND FIRED, BUT THIS TIME HE DIDNT MOVE AT ALL. I COMMENCED LOADING FOR A THIRD FIRE, BUT THE FIRST THING I KNOWED, THE BEAR WAS DOWN AMONG MY DOGS, AND THEY WERE FIGHTING ALL AROUND ME. I HAD MY BIG BUTCHER IN MY BELT, AND I HAD A PAIR OF DRESSED BUCKSKIN BREECHES ON. SO I TOOK OUT MY KNIFE, AND STOOD, DETERMINED, IF HE SHOULD GET HOLD OF ME, TO DEFEND MYSELF IN THE BEST WAY I COULD. I STOOD THERE FOR SOME TIME, AND COULD NOW AND THEN SEE A WHITE DOG I HAD, BUT THE REST OF THEM, AND THE BEAR, WHICH WERE DARK COLOURED, I COULDNT SEE AT ALL, IT WAS SO MISERABLE DARK. THEY STILL FOUGHT AROUND ME, AND SOMETIMES WITHIN THREE FEET OF ME; BUT, AT LAST, THE BEAR GOT DOWN INTO ONE OF THE CRACKS, THAT THE EARTHQUAKES HAD MADE IN THE GROUND, ABOUT FOUR FEET DEEP, AND I COULD TELL THE BITING END OF HIM BY THE HOLLERING OF MY DOGS. SO I TOOK MY GUN AND PUSHED THE MUZZLE OF IT ABOUT, TILL I THOUGHT I HAD IT AGAINST THE MAIN PART OF HIS BODY, AND FIRED; BUT IT HAPPENED TO BE ONLY THE FLESHY PART OF HIS FORELEG. WITH THIS, HE JUMPED OUT OF THE CRACK, AND HE AND THE DOGS HAD ANOTHER HARD FIGHT AROUND ME, AS BEFORE. AT LAST, HOWEVER, THEY FORCED HIM BACK INTO THE CRACK AGAIN, AS HE WAS WHEN I HAD SHOT.
I HAD LAID DOWN MY GUN IN THE DARK, AND I NOW BEGAN TO HUNT FOR IT; AND, WHILE HUNTING, I GOT HOLD OF A POLE, AND I CONCLUDED I WOULD PUNCH HIM AWHILE WITH THAT. I DID SO, AND WHEN I WOULD PUNCH HIM, THE DOGS WOULD JUMP IN ON HIM, WHEN HE WOULD BITE THEM BADLY, AND THEY WOULD JUMP OUT AGAIN. I CONCLUDED, AS HE WOULD TAKE PUNCHING SO PATIENTLY, IT MIGHT BE THAT HE WOULD LIE STILL ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET DOWN IN THE CRACK, AND FEEL SLOWLY ALONG TILL I COULD FIND THE RIGHT PLACE TO GIVE HIM A DIG WITH MY BUTCHER. SO I GOT DOWN, AND MY DOGS GOT IN BEFORE HIM AND KEPT HIS HEAD TOWARDS THEM, TILL I GOT ALONG EASILY UP TO HIM; AND PLACING MY HAND ON HIS RUMP, FELT FOR HIS SHOULDER, JUST BEHIND WHICH I INTENDED TO STICK HIM. I MADE A LOUNGE WITH MY LONG KNIFE, AND FORTUNATELY STOCK HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE HEART; AT WHICH HE JUST SANK DOWN, AND I CRAWLED OUT IN A HURRY. IN A LITTLE TIME MY DOGS ALL COME OUT TOO, AND SEEMED SATISFIED, WHICH WAS THE WAY THEY ALWAYS HAD OF TELLING ME THAT THEY HAD FINISHED HIM.