Give us fifty years, and when all the bush is cleared off back to the mountains, fever will be stamped out; everything will be far healthier.

There will be cities and towns here, for there's an immense amount of good land going to waste." "But it will never become a white man's climate, in spite of all that," Joan reiterated.

"The white man will always be unable to perform the manual labour." "That is true." "It will mean slavery," she dashed on.
"Yes, like all the tropics.

The black, the brown, and the yellow will have to do the work, managed by the white men.

The black labour is too wasteful, however, and in time Chinese or Indian coolies will be imported.