"IM THE PRINCE."

Press, Volume LXI, Issue 18456, 10 August 1925, Page 15

"IM THE PRINCE."

BQgR B Qg R FARMERS' MISTAKE.

OF AFRICAN TOUB,

«£ G. Ward Price, one of the Eng<tft correspondents accompanying tlie" IwfcMi of Wales on his African tuor, -te« to the "Daily Mail" from Jiabane as follows:*<Wr the bare green bills of SwaziA k ihe Prince of Wales motored 90 j*!,-to-day to its capital, M'babane, .motorcars stretching in procession \!i. the switchback road, each with fJwoettaU of dust. _ - ' j&r thousand Swazis, who are a of the Zulus awaited him, lr in. a long line, carrying big £gields and long knobkerries, like held aloft. c j,ecr of welcome swellod and . and ceased with the accurate fS of an American college yell, and S ? have a wonderful whistling that ran along the whole rank fSveral hundred yards like the of a passing train. of his people sat the young JJLiWHit chief of Swaziland, Sobhuza, ff&toht grey suit which he bought London two years ago. »riold> mc that although London : great impression on him— Jilfilfr it appeared, motor-omni-the fairy ballet at the he did not want to make "ifwas Sobhuza was trying j'Sember where he stayed in &£» to hear a voice from among fl wharic-looking chieftains behind hoarsely, "Maida Vale."

j . Her Badge of Office. Bitflide Sobhuza sat his mother i™~L sbo is tho most powerful En the whole-"of JSL for to'her keeping are «nScd the sacred charms for raraSe These are the most precioua Seslion of the chiefs of Swaziland W are always controlled by a female member of tho royal house, since a nan might exercise them too violently, wears a tiny red feather on hW-forehiad as a mark of her magic "(we came to this pretty little bunga-loW'-town from Ermelo, our first stopin tha Transvaal. The crossed the Transvaal frontier Iter dark, and at the first halt got out tt the train to find six tiny Kaffir boys with sacking-covering their thin, naked shoulders, hjiddled round the last few efcirers of a saall fire , ... (Ipoor little beggars," he exclaimed, a* 'six rather .frightened pairs of eyes stated up at this white stranger who had descended from . his imposing illuminated train. "Let's give them something to eat,'? he added. So a full basket of large pears, bananas, rind oranges meant for tho Irince s table was laid in their midst, and then the ; great white train steamed off into the " night leaving behind it the tpakings of another! Kaffir fairy tale.

i Boer Fanners' ErroiY About 100, old Boer farmers, longfeded and bent veterans of many Hdtive wars, presented to the Print* at Ermelo. Quite a large somber entirely failed to recognise him ettdLshook hands first with his South aide-dercamp and then AdBalsey;. while the Prince all the vSrfg wan pulling their coat tails' and • .*»»» cheerfully, "Here you are. I'm info Prince was originally to have on a weekday. So , many -women in . Swaziland had ilrcaßßS" and ' would have ■■jSßFin despair if the Princei had not them, that he has agreed to atfind a dance, starting directly Sunday Is over.