We find this gardener rejoicing over his abundant crop, harvesting it, and offering it to every one who needs, and transporting it to all those he can reach. And he does it without price or profit, meanwhile enjoying with his family what he needs of the fruits of his garden, and if there still remains a surplus, delivering it to the public storage warehouse.

At the other end of the island dwells an individual who is making artistic brick, building stone and tile, whatever is needed for the construction of a substantial building. He also seems a little queer, if judged by our modern business standards.

After turning out a particularly nice assortment of building stone, he, his family and the neighbors survey them with pride, and perhaps discuss ways in which they still might be improved. Then this strange man places in the island newspapers a huge advertisement, which reads “Another lot of bricks completed. We believe these are the best we have turned out.” There is nothing more to the advertisement. And on the following day perhaps a dozen trucks call at his yard and he distributes to all of them gratis from the abundance he has created.

These are two examples picked at random and they illustrate what every inhabitant of the island is doing in one form or another. This is their industry, but there is apparently no business, for there never a bargain made, no evidence of compensation or profit, and no visible medium of exchange. To a visitor from our land, it would appear as if these queer people were celebrating Christmas every day in the year with a continual presentation of gifts, and he would naturally wonder when they had the time to make a living for themselves.