Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-07-03
CetywayO in Captivity.
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ode Dude Molen," or the old mill,
which is at present the prison of the ex-
King of the Zulus, is two-storied farm
house, some four miles from Cape Town.
The mill has disappeared, but the house
is in good repair, we'll built, with large,
airy rooms. 1t would be hard to find
finer view In the matter of scenery and
accommodation the captive has little to
complain of. Visitors to Cetywayo must
be furnished with an order from the office
of the Secretary for Native Atfairs-a
precautlon very necessary to prevent
annoyance to the ex-King, who isregard-
ed by the crowd of passengers calling at
Cape Town as kind of geological speci-
men. Among the names inscribed on the
visitors book are those of Edward and
George 1.-THE two sons of the Prince of
Wales) written in boyish hands. The
drawing-room IS CHEEKY in aspect and
scroupulously clean, but coldly furnished
with half a dozen American kitchen
chairs, on one of which sits Cetywayo in
blue serge suit, with gorgeous smok-
ing-cap on his head. No description
would, perhaps, hit him off as Falstaff's
ideal portrait of himself: CA goodly,
portly man j. faith. and corpulent; of
cheerful look, pleasant eye, and most
noble carriage" 1t is Cetywayo to the
life.
Conversation is carried on through the
medium Of the interpreter. Cetywayo
remarks that he is too old 'to learn Eng
ish," but adds, "My son shall do so.''
He liked the young Princes much ''they
I, Al. 4 Al
were of royal blood. He liked "De Dude
Molen;' but what was the good of liking
anything? he. was dead now" 81 and
Landabale," remarks his erewhile Males
ty, care like two pauws fbustards) down
here'-meaning birds who have no home
not bad paraphrase of Davids "Par-
fridge on the Mountains" He followed
every step of our conflict with the Beers
through the newspapers which the inter
prefers read out to him daily and on
learning the death of Gen. Colley, die
tated entirely from his own idea a letter
of coincidence to the governor of the col
ony. Before leaving ''De Dude Molen,"
the visitor will be introduced to the four
wives-great strapping women in good
condition, about as contented with their
lot as stalled OK, whose common intellect
luGy uluCu ICSCuUlC. OOuTL OTeSS Is,
though, becoming enough, but scanty,
and suits their bronzed figures well-just
a Sergeant's plaid of the ninety-frst tar
tan as a sort of shawl, which seems to be
regarded as an circumference. They are
meery, light. hearted creatures, who fleet
the time carelessly enough in a golden
world of idleness and Kafflr beer.
The ex-King, too, is fond OF his joke,
and the house sometimes rings with his
laughter at some natured chaff. "Can
you use a knob-kerrie?" inquired one
young visitor, tall fellow of some six
feet three. "Well," said Cetywato, "if
can't do that l can do nothing" and
picking up stick, in few rapid passes
he disarmed his inquiring friend; then,
with hearty grasp of the hand, burst in
a shout of laughter. Literature, the
great consolation of more civilized cap
tives, is literally sealed book of Getty
wayo. He can not compose philosophic
reflections, like the illustrious prisoner of
Ham; nor write his memoirs and recol-
lectioDs, like his greater uncle; nor can
he even, like his own bitterest oppo-
nents, solace an enforced leisure by writ
ing justifcatory articles for the Nine
teenth Century. There is no resource
beyond dismal brooding over his own
misfortunes, and the vain hope of pos
s ible restoration.