The Milky Way was a kind of Paradise of souls; whilst the sun was the centre of the whole creation.
I had often puzzled my brain for some method whereby I could convey to these savages some idea of the magnitude of the British Empire.

I always had the _British_ Empire in my mind, not only because my sympathies inclined that way, but also because I knew that the first friends to receive me on my return to civilisation must necessarily be British.

Over and over again did I tell the childish savages grouped around me what a mighty ruler was the Sovereign of the British Empire, which covered the whole world.

Also how that Sovereign _had sent me as a special ambassador_, to describe to them the greatness of the nation of which they formed part.

Thus you will observe I never let my blacks suspect I was a mere unfortunate, cast into their midst by a series of strange chances.