"In the next land we found were cyclopes, giants, louts, without a law to bless them. In ignorance leaving the fruitage of the earth in mystery to the immortal gods, they neither plow nor sow by hand, nor till the ground, though grain-wild wheat and barley-grows untended, and wine-grapes in clusters, ripen in heavens rain.
"old shipmates, friends, the rest of you stand by; i'll make the crossing in my own ship, with my own company, and find out what the mainland natives are-for they may be wild savages, and lawless, or hospitable and god fearing men."
''my ship? poseidon lord, who sets the earth a-tremble, broke it up on the rocks at your land's end. a wind from seaward served him, drove us there. we are survivors, these good men and i.''
''cyclops, you ask my honorable name? remember the gift you promised me, and i shall tell you. my name is nohbdy: mother, father, and friends, everyone calls me nohbdy."
"three abreast i tied them silently together, twining cords of willow from the ogre's bed; then slung a man under each middle one to ride there safely, shielded left and right. so, breathing hard, we waited until morning."
"o cyclops! would you feast on my compainions? puny, am i, in a caveman's hands? how do you like the beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? eater of guests under your roof! zeus and the gods have paid you!"