Daylight's coming to civilization had not improved him. True, he wore better clothes, had learned slightly better manners, and spoke¹ better English. As a gambler and a man-trampler he had developed remarkable² efficiency. Also, he had become used to a higher standard of living, and he had whetted³ his wits to razor sharpness in the fierce, complicated struggle of fighting males. But he had hardened, and at the expense of his old-time, whole-souled geniality⁴. Of the essential refinements⁵ of civilization he knew nothing. He did not know they existed. He had become cynical⁶, bitter, and brutal⁷. Power had its effect on him that it had on all men. Suspicious of the big exploiters, despising the fools of the exploited herd⁸, he had faith only in himself. This led to an undue⁹ and erroneous exaltation of his ego¹⁰, while kindly¹¹ consideration of others—nay, even simple respect—was destroyed, until naught¹² was left for him but to worship at the shrine¹³ of self. Physically¹⁴, he was not the man of iron muscles who had come down out of the Arctic. He did not exercise

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