clockmaker

I encountered old Farris, the clockmaker, in his brown coat besprinkled behind with powder from his queue.

"A pretty gigantic project it was for a clockmaker, I can tell you," went on McPhearson.

"A prophet is not without honour save in his own country," laughed the old clockmaker.

They were sitting together at the repairing bench, the clockmaker busy with an old chronometer.

A more persistent, painstaking, conscientious clockmaker never lived.