Mr.Kitshaw brings back the debate to its original subject; he talks of the Land.

He is a little haphazard at first, but presently hits the mark in a fancy picture of a country still in the hands of aborigines, as yet unannexed by the capitalist nations, knowing not the meaning of the verb 'exploit.' 'Imagine such a happy land, my friends; a land, I say, which nobody hasn't ever thought of "developing the resources" of,--that's the proper phrase, I believe.

There are the people, with clothing enough for comfort and--ahem!--good manners, but, mark you, no more.

No manufacture of luxurious skirts and hulsters and togs o' that kind by the exploited classes.

No, for no exploited classes don't exist! All are equal, my friends.