Perhaps, not so oddly, the first thing the word “lumber” prompted to me is the dark poem “Out, Out” by Robert Frost. It can be found on the “Poets.Org” website at: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/out-out–
I could/might also post this in response to the Word of The Day Challenge, immature, though the narrative is not about an “immature” boy, but one expected to live, work and die as a grown man. (O, wait, I just did post it in response to the WOTDC!)
If you sense a sense of resentment in my tone, perhaps it is because I know boys who became men before they were men.