The farrier, when the iron was hot, could not conceive what had become of his anvil, but his astonishment was still increased when he saw Barsabas deposit it in its place with the utmost ease.

Imagining that he had got the devil in his shop, he ran out as fast as he could, and did not venture to return till his unwelcome visitor had disappeared.
Barsabas had a sister as strong as himself, but as he quitted his home very young, and before his sister was born, he had never seen her.

He met with her in a small town of Flanders, where she carried on a rope manufactury.

The modern Sampson bought some of her largest ropes which he broke like pack-thread, telling her they were very bad.--"I will give some better," replied she, "but will you pay a good price for them ?"--"Whatever you choose," returned Barsabas, showing her some crown pieces.

His sister took them, and breaking two or three of them said, "Your crowns are as little worth as my ropes, give me better money." Barsabas, astonished at the strength exhibited by this female, then questioned her respecting her country and family, and soon learned that she belonged to the same stock.
The dauphin being desirous to see Barsabas exhibit some of his feats, the latter said, "My horse has carried me so long that I will carry him in my turn." He then placed himself below the animal and raising him up, carried him more than fifty paces, and then placed him on the ground without being the least hurt.
Barsabas' sister was not unique in her century.