The Negro has adaptability, but he is servile and must be led. As for
the Chinese, they are permanent. All that the other races are not, the
Anglo-Saxon, or Teuton if you please, is. All that the other races
have not, the Teuton has. What race is to rise up and overwhelm us?"
"Ah, you forget the Slav," Corliss suggested slyly.
"The Slav!" Her face fell. "True, the Slav! The only stripling in
this world of young men and gray-beards! But he is still in the
future, and in the future the decision rests. In the mean time we
prepare. If may be we shall have such a start that we shall prevent
him growing. You know, because he was better skilled in chemistry,
knew how to manufacture gunpowder, that the Spaniard destroyed the
Aztec. May not we, who are possessing ourselves of the world and its
resources, and gathering to ourselves all its knowledge, may not we nip
the Slav ere he grows a thatch to his lip?"
Vance Corliss shook his head non-committally, and laughed.
"Oh! I know I become absurd and grow over-warm!" she exclaimed. "But
after all, one reason that we are the salt of the earth is because we
have the courage to say so."
"And I am sure your warmth spreads," he responded. "See, I'm beginning
to glow myself. We are not God's, but Nature's chosen people, we
Angles, and Saxons, and Normans, and Vikings, and the earth is our
heritage.
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