two o'clock
of a crew at capstan or windlass . Troy in carnival and Troy sober are as opposite , you must know , as the poles . Fun is all very well , but business is business , and Troy is a trading port with a character to keep up : for who has not heard the bye-word -- `` Working like a Trojan '' ? At two o'clock on this same day a little schooner lay alongside the town quay , busily discharging bricks . That is to say , a sunburnt man , blue-jerseyed and red with brick-dust , leisurely turned a windlass which let down an empty bucket and brought it up full . Another blue-jerseyed man , also sunburnt and red with brick-dust , then pulled it on shore , emptied and returned it ; and the operation was repeated . A choleric little man , of about fifty , presumably the proprietor of the bricks , stood on the edge of the quay , and swore alternately at the man with the windlass and the man ashore .