twelve o'clock
The haze seems to be self-luminous , giving a soft , yellow light , so diffused that shadows are unknown . The land is abundantly supplied with pools and rivulets , whose water is of a beautiful orange color and has a pleasing perfume somewhat like attar of rose . I observed all this without surprise and with little apprehension , and went forward , feeling that anything , however novel and mysterious , was better than the familiar terrors of the sea and the coast . After traveling a long time , though how long I had not the means to determine , I arrived at the city of Momgamwo , the capital of the kingdom of Batrugia , on the mainland of the Hidden Continent , where it is always twelve o'clock . The Batrugians are of gigantic stature , but mild and friendly disposition . They offered me no violence , seeming rather amused by my small stature . One of them , who appeared to be a person of note and consequence , took me to his house -LRB- their houses are but a single story in height and built of brass blocks -RRB- , set food before me , and by signs manifested the utmost good will .