Their garden furnishes them with tobacco.

They make drink from the palm or by fermenting the juice of the cocoanut.

The fowls that wander about in the clearings suffice when carried down occasionally to the port, to pay for the few yards of calico and strings of beads which are all that is necessary for the clothing and decoration of a family.
Such people are never in a hurry.

To wait means to do nothing.

To do nothing is their highest joy.