The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-08-06
LoBENGULA's VIEWS.
The MatabeIe Warrior, Now I'm Ions
don, Says He Is Happy.

From The London Daily Mall.
"In my own country 1 was one day the
Kings favorite son. and The next com
mon colored man. hogsed by the Trans
vaal government for walking on a side
walk in Pretoria, without having first ask
cd permission"
The words were uttered in soft, LIQUID
voice, and a companied by smile show
ing Two rows OF white teeth which even
prince might envy.
My own country is good, but in he iand
Of the umlunga white mani l am quite
jabula" (happy)
Again the smile, and aga n the g,eam Of
dazzling teeth. and there remained ON he
expressly face of Prince Lobengula a LOOK
which might have been either a smoulder-
ing of resentful bitterness or a philosophi-
car and haf-primtive contentment.
The towering Matabele warrior in his
picturesque war sarb stared silently into
space for a second, and then laughed,
what does IL matter?" asked the son
OF one of our most powerful enemies con-
quered in late times. 4 might one day
have ruled in South Africa as king. When
my father tell l lived by tending oxen On
the roadside for the Dutch In London
am jabula" Chappy)
The repetition was made abruptly, as il
the change of subject afforded Prince Lo-
bensula a theme upon which he would
rather dwell than upon the Toss of his
country. Suddenly, with The inevitable
smile, lie made The remark;
IF my father had known the size of
Great Queens land ne would not have
fought He thought England a little float
ing island"
The question as to whether the Kings
advisers had not given HIM some idea ot
the vastneSs Of England and The Brit sh
population made Prince LObengula's eyes
travel with another flash of white teeth,
toward the ceiling.
Devils talk" he said quietly. He
wouldn't believe it, When l arrived in
England my first thought was that the
whole world was full of white men, and
thet they had all come 10 London 10 meet
me. When l got used TO the people, the
chief thing that bothered me was the
houses. They were so black and SO high.
We build better in my country close TO
the ground, so that if a hut fall it hasn't
far to go.
Later on, when l tried 10 find out where
ali the white men in London slept, l under
stood better. Now"
Clearly the problem of Londons over
traffic had given the Prince almost as
much worry as it affords the Lodon Com
mon Council, for he shook his head with
look of bewilderment.
Il think" he said, some day all the
people IN the Great City will sleep under
the land because there is no room on top
The Princes soft, dreamy voice had no
suggestion of humor in it, Any other so
luton of the difficulty he f1outed as "deV-
IFS talk" What else could people do when
the land became too full to hold them but
resort TO a state of underground existence?
It is Lobengula's firm conviction that
London is destined beyond all question or
doubt to become a vast city buried in the
bowels of the earth, for want of space TO
remain above ground.
The Prince talks gracefully and fascinat-
ingly, whether on the subject of his own
country and the present strained outlook
of affairs in South Africa, or some aspect
of the great white man at home which has
occurred TO him.
His quaint English, picked up before his
fathers downfall, is dignifed and elegant
while his air is a mixture of lordiy magnin-
cence and childish simplicity that is full or
charm.
He displays in his dress an almost m
ordinate love for jewelry, a trait whlch
since the arrival of the Matabele nobieman
in London several women have discovered
and encouraged by presents, which ne
proudly crowds upon his person Wheh
crossed in full war paint-almost the only
vanity in which he INDUCES.