Reminds me of a paragraph in "Shelters, Shacks and Shanties"
There was a chestnut tree standing close to my log house and leaning towards the building. Under ordinary circumstances felling this tree would cause it to strike the house with all the weight of its trunk and branches. When I told Siley Rosencranz I wanted that tree cut down he sighted up the tree, took a long chew of tobacco, and walked away. For several days he went through the same performance, until at last one day he brought out his trusty axe and made chips fly. Soon the tree was lying prone on the ground pointing away from the house. What this old backwoodsman did was to way until a strong wind had sprung up, blowing in the direction that he wanted the tree to fall, and his skillful chopping, with the aid of the wind placed the tree exactly where he wished it.
- D.C. Beard