They have no change of seasons, and, at least on the territory of this tribe, the atmosphere seemed to me very equable, warm as that of an Italian summer, and humid rather than dry; in the forenoon usually very still, but at times invaded by strong blasts from the rocks that made the borders of their domain.

But time is the same to them for sowing or reaping as in the Golden Isles of the ancient poets.

At the same moment you see the younger plants in blade or bud, the older in ear or fruit.

All fruit-bearing plants, however, after fruitage, either shed or change the colour of their leaves.

But that which interested me most in reckoning up their divisions of time was the ascertainment of the average duration of life amongst them.