The old woman took his hand held it toward the Sun and prayed, then laying a finger on a block of wood she severed it with one blow from a knife and deer's horn scraper.
"The Sun Dance of the Blackfoot Indians"
Clark Wissler
In the end she got left out there alone, along with the scraper, feeling chilly.
"The Pastor's Wife"
Elizabeth von Arnim
They are mere wooden neckrests, and European travellers who have tried them declare that it is like trying to go to sleep with your head hanging over a wooden door-scraper.
"Peeps at Many Lands: Japan"
John Finnemore