The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1895-05-09
HOW LOBENGULA DIED.

Lonely Grandeur of the Last Hours of the
Bloody King of SIatabele Land.
/ A correspondent, writing to South
African contemporary, supplies what he
states is the true story of the death of the
great Matabele chief, Lobengula. 1t is a
pathetic story. The correspondent relates:
"Lobengula, suffering from smallpox,
worn out by his long flight, disappointed
in his hope of peace and altogether broken
down by the loss Of his country, his power
and possessions, came to halt at last
among the mountains north of the Shan
gani river.
@''Here he begged his witch doctor to give
him poison with which to end his life, but
the man refused. The despairing chief
went up the hill to the foot of the crag
which tops it, and sitting there he gazed
for q long time at the sun as it slowly
sank toward the west. Then, descending,
he again demanded poison of his doctor
and insisted till finally it was given him.
Once more ascending the slope, he seated
himself against the krantz, took the poison
and gazed at the setting sun, stolidly
awaiting the death which presently put an
end u his sufferings and his blood stained
life.T 5,sgs = .s...-'.., -
There is something pathetic and grand
IN the picture. 1t is the last scene of the
great epic, the conquest of Mata beleland.
His followers found him seated there in
death, and piling stones and rocks around
him they left him. Whether he was placed
in his royal chair, fanked by guns and
covered over with his blankets and other
possessions, as described in The South
African Review. I know not All this
may be true, and also that strong pail
SADIE of tree trunks was planted around
this spot but give the story as heard
it and believe that, as it emanates from
Mr.. Dawson, it is the correct one. -
Westminster Budget.
The Train Stopped For Mr.. Polhemus.
Mr.. Polhemus was very fond of duch
shooting, and he used to 60 to point near
Chesapeake bay where the Pennsylvania
had flag station. He was always left off
or taken on, whatever the train that passed
might be. One day Mr.. Polhemus got on
a train with a new conductor, and after
leaving Philadelphia he said to him, II
want to be let of at such a station"
Cant let you off. I've had no such or
ders, " the conductor said. "Well, whether
you let me off or not, the train will stop
there,' said Polhe,nus 1.-The train will
not stop there" said the conductor and
went on.
At Wilmington Mr.. Polhemus inter-
viewed the engineer, who knew him, and
be said to the engineer, II suppose you
are going to have hot box when we get
near my flag station" and he slipped
$40 bill into the engineers hand. AS they
neared the station the train slowed down,
and when it came to a stop the engineer
got off with his oil can and waste. Mr..
Polhemus also got off with his gunbag
and bade the conductor an affectionate
goodby. "A few days later an order was
issued that Mr.. Polhomus was to be let of
or taken on at that station whenever he
desired.
That at least Is the story which is told
at the Brooklyn club, and Mr.. Polhcmps
has told it himself, although he said that
he had no other influence with the Penn
sylvania officials than that which was duo
to mutual respect and esteem.
phia Press.