from their stone towers all day long and part of the night. Bells that celebrate the time of day, the season, religious services and occasions; bells that, with their individual tones, rhythms and colors, musically mark off and enhance the times, the days and the seasons of Maltese life. And then, as it turns out, their passing. Henry's daily field notes capture the wonder and majesty of these huge bronze implements, some of which have been melted and re-cast as cannons and then back into bells. Then there are those who ring the bells, a special lot, sometimes a little apart and distant from ordinary folk, but people who are always glad to help explain their lives and duties to a strange inglese with a beard.