were unaccustomed to lie idle.

Now at the hour when from the field some delver or ploughman goes gladly
home to his hut, longing for his evening meal, and there on the
threshold, all squalid with dust, bows his wearied knees, and, beholding
his hands worn with toil, with many a curse reviles his belly; at that
hour the heroes reached the homes of the Cianian land near the
Arganthonian mount and the outfall of Cius. Them as they came in
friendliness, the Mysians, inhabitants of that land, hospitably
welcomed, and gave them in their need provisions and sheep and abundant
wine. Hereupon some brought dried wood, others from the meadows leaves
for beds which they gathered in abundance for strewing, whilst others
were twirling sticks to get fire; others again were mixing wine in the
bowl and making ready the feast, after sacrificing at nightfall to
Apollo Ecbasius.

But the son of Zeus having duly enjoined on his comrades to prepare the
feast took his way into a wood, that he might first fashion for himself
an oar to fit his hand. Wandering about he found a pine not burdened
with many branches, nor too full of leaves, but like to the shaft of a
tall poplar; so great was it both in length and thickness to look at.
And quickly he laid on the ground his arrow-holding quiver together with
his bow, and took off his lion's skin. And he loosened the pine from the
ground with his bronze-tipped club and grasped the trunk with both hands
at the bottom, relying on his strength; and he pressed it against his
broad shoulder with legs wide apart; and clinging close he raised it
from the ground deep-rooted though it was, together with clods of earth.
And as when unexpectedly, just at the time of the stormy setting of
baleful Orion, a swift gust of wind strikes down from above, and
wrenches a ship's mast from its stays, wedges and all; so did Heracles