The unburied bones of the pioneers of new colonies are mostly theirs.

They die of thirst in "the never never country," under a tree, leaving their initials cut in its trunk; they fall by hundreds in our wars.

They are born leaders where acumen and craft are not needed.

Large game was made for them, and they for it.
They are the vermin destroyers of the universe.

They throw life from them with both hands, they play the game of life with a levity which they never showed in the business of cricket and football.
They are essentially not of the stuff of which those dull persons, the thinkers, the politicians, the educationalists, are made.