I have returned! Whole dusky tribes
I've wiped right out—such labour sweet is!—
And with innumerable chiefs
Arranged unconscionable treaties.
What's the result? I have become
A butt for each humanitarian,
Who call my exploits in the chase
The work of a "confessed barbarian."
And, worst of all, my rival, Jones,
Who'd any trick that's low and mean dare,