The planters are already considering the matter.

I, for one, am heartily sick of black labour." "Then the blacks will die off ?" Sheldon shrugged his shoulders, and retorted,-- "Yes, like the North American Indian, who was a far nobler type than the Melanesian.

The world is only so large, you know, and it is filling up--" "And the unfit must perish ?" "Precisely so.

The unfit must perish." In the morning Joan was roused by a great row and hullabaloo.

Her first act was to reach for her revolver, but when she heard Noa Noah, who was on guard, laughing outside, she knew there was no danger, and went out to see the fun.