Crowbars and mattocks, so that—those sunk stones
The Kuklops squared with picks and plumb-line red.
I, with my bent steel, may o'ertumble town!"
Which said, he goes and—with no car to have—
Affirms he has one! mounts the chariot-board,
And strikes, as having really goad in hand!
And two ways laughed the servants—laugh with awe;
And one said, as each met the other's stare,
"Playing us boys' tricks? or is master mad?"
But up he climbs, and down along the roof,