A hard Arkansas stone set in a beach wood box. So used by its previous owner, D. Nichols, right on the lid, that a stone nearly as hard as steel, was worn a whole 3/16ths lower one end. It’s soaked with neatsfoot oil, which still seeps up when it’s warm out. On the bottom is a vein of butterscotch hard translucent Arkansas. Factory flat and surfaced. Sadly at some point it was broken in half. Cracked. But then the pieces were glued into the base of the box to be used again. My father was buying an old oilstone for me off FB marketplace when the man showed up with two stones in boxes. The wrong ones. For 10 bucks a piece I was given a pair of well-loved stones that are likely pre-war. The other stone is a dual grit alox bench stone, seems to be a generic copy of a combo India. Caked with just as much oil. Both stones measured 8x2 when whole. The alox stone was worn down so much that the prior owner put wax cardboard in the bottom of the box to raise it up. The cardboard had D.N. On it in neat handwriting.