One time I remember when Ol' Smedley had this cabin up in the White Mountains. That winter it was pretty cold, but not too bad. He had an old rickety stove that didn't draw too good unless he kept the door open. So I decided to pay him a visit and see if we could make him a better stove. We took that old stove and made a new door for it with a bigger damper.
Smed and I put the stove back in place and he chunked in a couple old dry pieces of pine and some birch on top. He split up some nice dry oak kindling and chunked that in there too - just to get it good and hot.
So ol' Smed set it to going with an Ohio Blue Tip, and the stove, she begun to blazing. Purty soon that friggin stove was hottern' L6's back doorstep in mid-August! I had to step outside and catch my breath of fresh air, and let the sweat evaporate a little.
Well soon as I did step off, the whole cabin she just rose into the air and hovered there about 2 feet offn' the ground! I was purty startled, but you shoulda seen Smedley! He was downright excited! He leaned to one side, and the cabin took off down the field. He was able to bring it back by walking from one side of the cabin to the next to steer it. Soon he felt his fire dying off and had to set her down on the cinder blocks it was resting on.
Yeah me and Smedley had some darn good times flyin' that cabin around. We was able to get it to lift a little higher off the ground by nailing down the feet of that stove. Heck, once he decided to fly the cabin off to a little island in the middle of Lake Winnepesaukee, but that's another story, and I save that one for another day.
