Robert Frost's Out, Out

In Robert Frost’s poem Out, Out, it appears as though a small boy is out doing some work that normally older men would do. Including this is cutting firewood with a chainsaw. As he is doing his work, his sister comes over to announce that dinner is ready. Then, in his own excitement, he loses control of the chainsaw and it cuts his hand. He pleads with his sister to not let the doctor cut of his hand. But the boy eventually loses too much blood and dies, and then everyone just moves on and goes back to their daily routines.
The first thing that came to mind from reading this poem is why no adults ever interfered at any point throughout the poem. Not once does an adult come to the boy and take over the work for him. Never does an adult tell