Whetstone, or grindstone, or honing stone, whatever you call it.
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We used to call it fun, on my aunt and uncle's farm in southern Missouri. They had one of these set up somewhat like a stationary bicycle, with a seat and two pedals, and there you sat, pedaling away, sharpening things — well, we didn't; we kids thought that contraption was just for our amusement. We had to be informed that it had a practical purpose.
That one had a funnel suspended over the wheel to drip water. This one has just a can, with a small hole punched in the bottom.
I think you just stand to one side of this thing, and push the pedal with one foot.
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