The rainy season, it is true, brings frequent showers, but they are intermitting and refreshing.

When an islander bound on some expedition rises from his couch in the morning, he is never solicitous to peep out and see how the sky looks, or ascertain from what quarter the wind blows.

He is always sure of a 'fine day', and the promise of a few genial showers he hails with pleasure.

There is never any of that 'remarkable weather' on the islands which from time immemorial has been experienced in America, and still continues to call forth the wondering conversational exclamations of its elderly citizens.

Nor do there even occur any of those eccentric meteorological changes which elsewhere surprise us.