The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-08-16
The Matabele Warrior, Now In Lon
don, Says He Is Happy.
Nondon Dailv MALI

Oondon Daily Mail)
In my own country 1 was one day
the kings favor!te son, and the next
( ITansvaal government for walking on
! q sidewalk in Pretoria without having
first asked permission
The words We're uttered in a soft
/ liquid voice and accompanied by a
smile, showing two rows of white teeth
which even prince might envy.
My own country is good, but in the
land of the umlunga white NAM am
quite jabula" (happy).
Again the smile, and again the glecm
of dazzling teeth. and there remained
on the expressive face of Prince Lo-
| bengula look which might have been
either a smouldering of resentful bitter
ness or a philosophical and half-primi-
tive cOntentment
The towering Matabele warrior. in
his picturesque war garb, stared silent
ly into space for second, and then
laughed.
What does it natter" asked the
son of one of the most powerful en-
enies conquered in late times. Il might
one day have ruled in South Africa as
king. When my fater fell, 1 lived by
tending oxen on the roadside for the
Dutch. In London L am jabula"
(happy).
The repetition was made abruptly, as
if the change of subject afforded Prince
LoDengula a theme upon which NJ
would rather dwell than upon the &c a.
Of his country. Suddenly, with the Il
evitable smile, he made the remark:
IF my father had known the size OF
Great Queens land he would not have
fought. He thought England a Little
floating island.
The question as to whether the kings
advisers had not given him some idea
of the Vastness of England and the
British population made Prince Loben-
gula's eyes travel. with another flash
Of white teeth, toward the ceiling.
Devils talk he said quietly. He
wouldn't believe il. When l arrived in
England, my first thought was that the
whole world was full of white men,
and that they had all come to London
to meet me. When / 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 to find out
where all the white men in London
slept, understood better. Now
Clearly the problem of London's over
traffic had given the prince almost as
much worry as it affords the London
common 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 I'M
der the land, because there is no room
on top.
The princes soft. dreamy voice had
no suggestion of humor in it. Any
other solution of the difficulty he flout-
I'd as devils talk" What else could !
people do when the land became too |
zull to hold them but resort to a state |
IF underground existence?
1t is Lobengula's firm conviction that !
London is destined beyond all question |
If doubt to become a. vast city buried |
n the bowels of the earth, for want of
space to remain above ground.
The prince talks gracefully and fas-
'inatinGly, whether on the subject Of
lis own country and the present
trained outlook of affairs in South At
lea, or some aspect Of the great white
nan at home which has occurred to
lin
His quaint English. picked up before
lis fathers downfall. is dignified and
legant while his air is a mixture of
ordly magnihcence and childish SIM
'licity that IS full of charm.
He displays in his dress an almost
nordinate love for jewelry. a trait
,hich since the arrival of the Matabele
obleman in London several women
ave discovered and encouraged by
resents. which he proudly crowds
pom his person when dressed in full
'ar paint-almost the only vanity in
fhich he INDUCES.