"But tell me, Samson, my son, would not rigging this stone trough be a difficult piece of work?
And if we undertook it might we not lose time instead of gaining it ?" "Ah! father," exclaimed the Devil, "in one turning of the hour-glass the thing would be done.

We shall find the necessary rigging in this shed that you have formerly built here on the coast and in those store-houses abundantly stocked through your care.

I will myself regulate all the ship's fittings.

Before being a monk I was a sailor and a carpenter and I have worked at many other trades as well.

Let us to work." Immediately he drew the holy man into an outhouse filled with all things needful for fitting out a boat.
"That for you, father!" And he placed on his shoulders the sail, the mast, the gaff, and the boom.
Then, himself bearing a stem and a rudder with its screw and tiller, and seizing a carpenter's bag full of tools, he ran to the shore, dragging the holy man after him by his habit.