The brown stuff, made of camel's hair, was the man's most valuable possession.

On the water it caught the wind for him, on land it served as a cloak, if he slept it formed his bed.
The little elderly man's face was tickled by a cedar twig for so long that at length he awoke.

He saw a young woman sitting on a rock.

She was just going to hurry off with her round basket when the fisherman called loudly to her; "Well, Beka, daughter of Manasseh, whither are you taking your ivory white feet ?" "My feet are as brown as yours," replied Beka.

"Stop mocking at me, Simon." "How can I be mocking at you?
You're a fisherman's child, like me.
But your basket is too heavy for you." "I am taking my father his dinner." "Manasseh has had a good catch.