London Days: A Book of ReminiscencesWarren, Arthur
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London Days: A Book of Reminiscences
Warren, Arthur
London (England) -- Intellectual life; London (England) -- Social life and customs
We wished to hear the speeches of Stanley and his officers, or, say,
the remarks these gentlemen might make. Not a button did any one care
for the other speeches, and the less we cared, the more they lapsed
into oratory. We knew that Stanley and his men would give us plain
talk over our cigars, and that is what they did. Some of Stanley's
talk that night I can quote from a report that was made at the time.
Did I give the date? It was May 30, 1890.
On a wintry afternoon, in 1867, just twenty-three years ago, I started
from America for Africa, at the imperial command of one of the
dollar-powers of America. I was as ignorant as a babe of the land I
was going to. As I look back upon my stock of resources I am not
unmindful that none could be poorer in what was fitting and necessary,
but I possessed some natural store of good will, fondness for work, and
a wholesome respect for the boss, the employer--the paying power. I
learned down south what they mean by the saying "Root hog, {218} or
die!" They mean if you don't work, you shan't eat. It's another form
of the scriptural saying: "In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy
bread." In the America of my time they understood that.
In Abyssinia I acquired several lessons from English journalists, the
most important being what chaff is, and the second--that black trousers
in the daytime are not suitable. I learned, also, to distinguish good
soldiers from bad, what kind of men made the best officers.... It
takes longer to know an Englishman than to know any other Christian, or
any pagan, that I ever came across. He does n't walk up to you, as the
Yankee does, and pester you with questions about your private business
and your conjugal experiences. He looks at you as if he did not care
whether you lived or died, starved or rotted. Yet if you do him a
little service, he is so grateful that he will remember it. Not
effusive, like a Frenchman, nor gushing like a German, he does not
regard you superciliously, as a Madrileno would, or look upon you as
legitimate prey, as is the custom of the Greeks; but he has the knack
of assuming a profound indifference to your existence.
I was sent to Spain to study Spanish war and politics. I discovered a
defect, and I doubt greatly whether the Spanish leaders have yet become
conscious of that defect. They could not execute the laws. They
lacked the courage to do so. Therefore, the Republic, which could be
sustained only by justice, was impossible.
It was necessary for me to wander further afield, to view cities and
men, great works, great assemblies, many countries--Greece, Egypt,
Palestine, Turkey, Russia, Persia, India, and then, after being well
seasoned with experience, I entered Africa as a leader of men.
According to the rules I was not {219} ripe, judging by what I now know
and what less I knew then. I was still young and very rash,
headstrong, I relied too much on force. Fortunately fate was
propitious, I was not prematurely cut off.
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