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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. "Coils and coils
of rope! I've never seen so much rope in my life, except maybe on the
docks at Port Balifor. Wow! I wish my Uncle Trapspringer was here to
see this."
Gisella clapped her hands and rubbed the palms together. "All
right, crew, it looks like we've got ourselves a pulley job."
It took the dozen gully dwarves three and a half hours to drag
all the rope out of the tree and arrange it in two orderly lines
leading away from the cypress tree. Meanwhile, using a small length of
rope from the wagon to practice with, Woodrow figured out how the
pulleys had to be set up. When the longer rope was ready, he rigged
two stout loops of rope around the wagon, one lashed to the front axle
and the other to the rear axle. All of that was simpler than
explaining the system to Gisella.
"We connect the two single pulleys to the ropes around the
wagon. The two double pulleys are connected to the overhanging branch
of the tree. You've got that part, right?"
Gisella nodded. "Of course. I'm not dense." But darned if she
understood it anyway!
"We used to rig up a hoist like this on my cousin's farm when I
was a boy," Woodrow said.
The dwarf, who was now wearing a simple, green working outfit
and leather gloves, sat down on the wagon next to Woodrow. She looked
at the wagon, then up at the pulleys, and then back at the wagon.
"This is everything I own, Woodrow. Are you sure?" Woodrow
looked up. "Reasonably sure, Miss Hornslager."
Gisella glanced up at the pulleys again and contemplated the
mass of ropes connecting them to the tree, and the wagon to them
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