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title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Nicholas G. Smith
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  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 19
number: 9
published: 1916-07
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Nicholas G. Smith, "Cecil John Rhodes," *Improvement Era* 19, no. 9 (July 1916): 808–815.'
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start_page: 808
end_page: 815
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  publication_year: 1916
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# Cecil John Rhodes

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Cecil   John Rhodes
                 A Thrilling Story of Achievement
  BY NICHOLAS G. SMITH, PRESIDENT SOUTH AFRICAN MISSION

      One morning, back in 1901, when I was attending the Salt
Lake High School, I came to school withont having mastered my
lesson in geometry. The time for class came, and I must say it
was with misgivings that I descended the stairs to appear in Mr.
Gillilan's room, because he had such a way of making students
ashamed of themselves when they had not done their duty. There
were about thirty-five in the class, and all seemed so happy that I
felt all the more out of place, as their actions convinced me that
they were all prepared. As we entered the room, Mr. Gillilan
looked up from a book which he was reading, with a rather serious
air, and I thought  —well, he will give it to us this morning, as he
isn't feeling just right!   Imagine my sui prise when he started
out with the expression "Cecil John Rhodes is one of the great-
                          :

est   men that ever lived."  He then launched out into a discussion
of the life and works of that great man, and was still telling us of
him when the bell rang for us to leave the class room. I was very
happy, and had my lesson the next day. The lesson has since
passed from my mind, but Rhodes still remains with me yet, liv-
                                                            ;

ing as we do thirteen thousand miles away from the stage where
Cecil Rhodes played his part, we are apt not to place full value
on his life's works. When it was my privilege to come to South
Africa and see some of the things which he had accomplished, my
mind went back to that day in school when I first heard of his
greatness, and I am thankful to my teacher for having prepared
me for my work in Africa.
       A few weeks ago, while walking through the grounds of
Rhodes' old home, Groote Schuur, which means great store house,
I was asked by one who has not been long in Africa      :  "Is Cecil
Rhodes still living?" This question set me to thinking, and I asked
myself, Can Cecil Rhodes be dead? The only answer I can give
to the query is, that he is much more alive today than he ever was.
Born July 5, 1853, in England, he was one of nine sons of the
Vicar of Bishop Stratford, who was an excellent character, but
he had no desire to follow in his father's footsteps. He received
a fair education at a grammar school and was instructed in some
classical studies by his father, but in 1870, when but fourteen
years of age, he was on his way to South Africa, and he settled
in the Colony of Natal, living with his older brother Herbert,

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CECIL JOHN RHODES                      809

where he engaged in the raising of cotton and was fairly success-
ful. In 1871, he and his brother wound up their affairs in the
garden spot of South Africa and started for the desert to the
newly discovered diamond mines, which were located where Kim-
berley now stands.
     Rhodes was strong-willed, a hard reader, and a deep thinker,
and in those early days at the mines he was surrounded with all
sorts of hard characters from every land who had hurried here
to make their pile and had their hundreds of claims surrounding
that of his and his brother's. Bedlam existed where order should
be, according to his mind, and he determined to have order.      I

will pass over the years of struggle which he had with those
around him to bring order out of chaos, and will simply state that
after years of scheming and hard work, and running back and
forth to England, he finally succeeded in bringing the management
of all those claims under the direction of one company, known
as the De Beers Company, and that company now controls the
supply of diamonds for the whole world. Not only that, but it is
the moving force of almost everything in Kimberley.        It owns
the street car company, and beautiful suburbs surrounding the
town, and has miles and miles of land, under a ten-strand barb-
wire fence, which will be used at some future date to supply dia-
monds to the world, and it employs an army of men to carry on
this work, besides owning an explosive factory, stud farm, etc.
     Through the genius of Rhodes, in thus organizing and be-
coming the dominating factor
in the diamond mines, the
people were desirous that he
should become a member of
Parliament, and there help to
work out the destinies of the
whole nation.    Dutch and
English interests seemed to
clash at all points.  The Re-
public of the Transvaal, under
the leadership of President
Kruger, was endeavoring to
get on without British assist-
ance from the Cape Colony,
but as     Cape.   Town was the
chief seaport, her imports had
to pass that port and helped
to swell the revenues of the
British.   The Boers, being
mostly   farmers, wanted to    AVENUE ON THE GROOTE SCHUUR
make the country self-sup-                ESTATE
porting in every way, to which
idea the British were holding back; Rhodes, in his masterly

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fashion, was able to draw them somewhat closer together, al-
though always maintaining that England was to be the great
power on earth. He claimed that "I like the Dutch, T like their
homely courtesy and their tenacity of purpose. I am in favor of
protecting the agricultural interests of South Africa, and of dis-
couraging the rise of manufactories which would compete with
England in the market for her own products." In a political ca-
pacity, he became the leader of the nation and was loved and re-
spected by both British and Dutch, although he had his ups and
downs in Parliament. He was constantly going to and from Eng-
land in the interests of his companies, and had many clashes with
British statesmen over conditions in Africa.
     He bought a fine estate at the foot of Table Mountain, which
is called Groote Schuur, and the house and grounds, which have

been thrown open to the public, are magnificent. Here he lived
with others of the great minds of the country whenever he was in
Cape Town. This fine home has been turned over to be the home
of the prime minister of the country, although it is under the
direction of Rhodes' executors.
      Rhodes was very desirous that England should control the
whole of Africa   ;and especially was he desirous that there should
l.e a railway built from Cape to Cairo, on British territory. With
this thought uppermost in his mind, he formed what is called the
Chartered Company which was recognized by the British govern-
ment, and he then set about and secured great tracts of land from
the natives which was just north of the Transvaal Republic. These
millions of acres were and are now governed by the Chartered
Company, and this vast stretch of territory has been given his
name and is now known as Rhodesia.         It is   one of the prettiest
bits of country in the world, as all kinds of vegetation thrive there.
Palms ard ferns and all sorts of tropical vegetation are every-
where to be seen. There are great fields of tobacco on every hand,
and oranges and lemons and other fruits are in abundance. Not
only does vegetation thrive here, but the country is rich in min-
erals.  There are many gold mines. The great ruins of Zimbabwe
of which history gives us nothing, are in Rhodesia, and truly a
powerful people must have lived here in ages past. Some claim
that this must have been the home of the Queen of Sheba who
brought such rich presents to the great King Solomon.
      Rhodes was about such a man as our beloved Brigham
Young, and through the kind treatment of the natives, he secured
the land, and then set about to build railways and telegraph lines.
He was, indeed, a pioneer, and traveled hundreds of miles through
the African desert pioneering and getting acquainted with every
part of the country. On account of his Brigham quality of being
kind, the natives loved him dearly, and called him the white father.
A short story will show what power he had with them. Shortly

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CECIL JOHN RHODES                                    811

after     the   white   man
had begun to settle in
Rhodesia, there was
trouble     with the na-
 tives    who numbered
something over a mil-
lion.   The Matabele
tribe rose up en masse
and    killed   several
hundred white people.
The country raised an
army and sent it out
to subdue the blacks.
Like the   American
Red man the African
natives    know the for- MONUMENT ERECTED TO THE AIEMORY OF
ests,    and have an ex-                           CECIL RHODES
cellent    system of sig-
                              On   the   slopes   of Table Mountain, where   said
naling.     Through this                            Rhodes used to sit.
system they knew ev-
ery move of the white army, and kept out of the way.
        When Rhodes learned of the situation he was very much
upset,  and started for Rhodesia at once, where he followed and
caught up with the army of a thousand men with modern arms.
He informed the leader of the army that with two or three volun-
teers he would go on in front, unarmed, to meet the enemy, but
that the soldiers should remain where they were until they heard
from him, as he felt that he could settle the trouble. Every one
fek that it was madness to think of going, as the natives were
killing every white person they could find.       Rhodes, however,
had made up his mind, and was sure that he was right, and was
going ahead, no matter what others thought. He succeeded in
getting two or three volunteers to go with him, and his wagon
pulled off out into the rough, unsettled domain, and camped among
the thick vegetation where the natives could have attacked them
at any minute and destroyed them all.     Here Rhodes made things
as comfortable as possible, and told his companions that they
should wait until the native chiefs and kings should arrive. He
had sent one of his colored boys ahead with a message to them.
They did not wait long until the warriors began to arrive. They
were fully armed and wore sullen looks. There were something
over a hundred of them. Rhodes invited them to sit, and he
then gave them a severe scolding, telling them that those who
had been guilty of murdering women and children were to be
turned over to be punished. He was surprised at them for doing
such things, and wanted them to understand that if they were
being ill treated he was there to see that they had fair play, and

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812                     IMPROVEMENT ERA
wanted to   settle the difficulties. After several hours' delibera-
tion, with Rhodes scolding and joking, the meeting ended with
every warrior and chief swearing allegiance to the white father
and laying down their arms. Two powerful chiefs had refused
to come to the indaba and would not meet Rhodes, but he waited
for several days out in the woods until they decided to see him,
and after a short time their grievances were settled. Thus a
war was ended that .might have cost thousands of lives, and the
white father still lives in the minds of the native races of South
Africa.
      Ts Rhodes dead ?   Well, I must say after a few weeks' trip
through Africa that he is very much alive. Monuments erected
by him to others and by others to his memory are everywhere to
be seen.    The great De Beers Company, with its thousands of
employes, and the great extent of territory known as Rhodesia,
are still governed by his will, and are performing a wonderful
work, and his idea of having a railway line from Cape to Cairo
is still being pushed toward completion and will ere long be an

accomplished fact. All Africa resounds with the name of Rhodes.
      To the world at large, is Cecil John Rhodes dead ? Never
His life's work insured his place in history, and the work that is
being carried on under the direction of the executors of his will
is destined to keep his memory ever fresh in the great nations of

the earth. His will is too lengthy to copy here, but I would .just
like to mention a few of the provisions with regard to his schol-
arship idea.    He provides approximately $1,500 per year for
each scholarship, and then goes on to make the following allot-
ments of the different parts of the British empire 9 to Rho-
                                                      :

desia, 3 each to South African College, Stellenbosch College,
Diocesan College, St. Andrews College, Colony of Natal, Col-
ony of New South Wales, Colony of South Australia, Colony of
Queensland, Colony of Australia, Colony of Tasmania, Colony of
New Zealand, Province of Ontario in the District of Columbia,
Colony of Newfoundland, Colony or Islands of the Bermudas,
Colony or Islands of Jamaica, 54 being the total in British ter-
ritory.
        To the several States of the United States of America he
willed  two scholarships to each, and also provided that if any
territory was admitted to statehood later, it should be allotted
two scholarships. At the present time it is costing the estate of
Mr. Rhodes something like $225,000 a year to keep up these
scholarships.  The twenty-fourth stipulation is that "no student
shall be qualified or disqualified for election to a scholarship on
account of his race or religious opinions. Later he adds the fol-
lowing paragraph: "This is a further codicil to my will. I note
the German emperor has made instruction in English compulsory
in German schools.    T leave five yearly scholarships at Oxford of

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CECIL JOHN RHODES                      813

£250 per annum to students of German birth, the scholars to be
nominated by the German emperor for the time being. Each
scholarship to continue for three years so that each year after
the first three years there will be fifteen scholars. The object is
that an understanding between the three great powers will ren-
der war impossible, and educational relations make the strong-
est tie.  America has already been provided for. C. J. Rhodes."
      Thus we see that, although Rhodes was a long ways off and
that the European people are prone to think that America is not
of very much importance, only in the minds of Americans, he
was able to understand her greatness, and was broad-minded
enough to call her one of the three great nations of the world.

     VICToffiA fAU.%.

                         MAIN VICTORIA FALLS, AFRICA
     Rhodesia      referred to here in Africa as the backbone of
                    is

the continent.   It is not only an interesting country on account
of the great pioneering work of Rhodes, but here .we have all
the animals of the African jungle that are written so much about:
elephants, lions, snakes of every description, leopards, wildcats,
African hunting dogs, jackals, black and white rhinoceros, hip-
popotamii, buffalo, and about' forty different kinds of antelopes
differing in size from that of a jack rabbit to the powerful eland
which stands six feet high. In the Zambesi river there are thou-
sands of crocodiles, and in the air, birds of every conceivable shape
are flying about.
     While in Rhodesia, it was my privilege to visit the wonder-
ful Victoria Falls, the roar of which can be
                                              distinctly heard six-

teen miles away, and the sprav of which can be seen
                                                        from a dis-
                        miles. There are no  mountains    here, and
tance of twenty-eight

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the lazy Zambesi river flows along so slowly and peacefully that
one would not imagine there were such mighty falls just a few
hundred feet below him, when crossing over to Livingstone Isl-
and, unless he could see the spray and hear the roar of the water.
We   saw several crocodiles and hippos, and as we walked through
the palms we saw monkeys swinging from tree to tree, and
scantily dressed natives going here and there trying to sell us
their beads and trinkets, and stepping along to the tune of their
tiny hand pianos.    What thoughts filled my mind as I stood on
the edge of a precipice and looked down 400 feet, and saw the
water in. such great volume as it fell on the rocks, being broken
into fragments and forced back up out of the chasm some 2,000
feet into the air by the rush of wind, in drops as big as the end
of my little finger, which again descend as rain on the surround-
ing forest, and cause hundreds of kinds of vegetation to spring
up to carpet the damp earth. Truly this is a wonderful land, and
what grandeur in these falls. One must go in waterproofs if he
intends going into the rain forest, as the rain comes down in tor-
                                   rents, or rather the mist as it is
                                   called. What beautiful rainbows
                                  by day and, on moonlight nights,
                                  what a peculiar effect the lunar
                                   rainbow has on you      !It had a
                                   sort of a greenish-white tint, and
                                  to me seemed like a ghost of the
                                   daylight rainbow, it was really
                                  uncanny, but forty of us sat
                                  there for hours and watched it,
                                  and talked of ghosts and the ter-
                                  rible animals that were all around
                                  us, until   we were all excited to
                                  some    extent,   and   were      really
                                  frightened   when the native sen-
       CECIL RHODES GRAVE         try    appeared   before     us    with
                               drawn gun and demanded the
pass word as we were on our way back to the hotel. (Even
                                                         Cen-
tral Africa feels the effects of the great war.)
      Through the efforts of Cecil Rhodes this wonderful coun-
try belongs to Great Britain.      In such a short article it is im-
possible to show the many good points in such a character; or,
for that matter, even a few of them very well. Today, in Africa',
there seems to be in the verv air one breathes a sort of Rhodes'
?pirit.  The story of his life and that of Brigham Young are
similar in a great many respects, and in death their graves are
both ailke.   Fifteen miles out from Bulowayo is what Rhodes
called the world-view, and on top of the hill whence this view is
to be had, in the very heart of the African wilderness, Rhodes

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CECIL JOHN RHODES                         815

requested that he should be buried. March 26, 1902, the spirit
of Rhodes took its flight, and, according to his instructions, his
mortal remains were laid away in a grave which was hewn out
of the solid rock, in the Matoppos, and on the simple slab which
covers the grave is written Here lie the remains of Cecil John
                                 :

Rhodes.
      Can such a man die?
ROSEBANK, C. C               .

                       The Land of Opportunity

BY J. C. HOGENSON, OF THE UTAH STATE AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE

     On glancing out of a car window, the other day, I noted a
placard on which was written in letters, so that he who ran might
read, "The Land of Opportunity." Just what land was referred
to, in the advertisement, I did not read, but I venture that it had
reference to some land far remote from our present surround-
ings, away from the place we call home.
     The Land of Opportunity, for you and for me, lies at your
very door and mine. It does not lie afar off in a strange country,
nor yet in a distant state. Your opportunity lies on your own
farm that you have been cultivating for years, or in your store,
workshop, or home, where you have become well established by
experience. It is your opportunity to build up and develop your
own community, your own state.
     What is more pitiable than to see an old couple, as they near
the grave, all alone in their home, with their sons and daughters
all moved away to other states       They come home only about
                                     !

once in four or five years. Their parents' sunset is indeed a sor-
rowful and lonesome one.
     What is happier than to see an old couple, as they near the
sunset of life, with their sons and daughters settled around them,
and their grandchildren playing near the home to make the old
folks young again  ! All they have to live for is the association of
their own boys and girls, and the sweet grandchildren who re-
mind them of their earlier married life when their own family
was being reared. There is nothing which brings so much
peace, joy, and comfort, at the sunset of life, as the association of
their children and children's children. That is all they now have
to live for.
      We are living in an age of Service, a day when he who is of
the greatest service to his fellowman makes the greatest success
in life. The place where you and I can be of the greatest service
to our fellowmen is in the town where, as barefoot boys and
girls, we trod the streets and fields. There we can serve best, and
there is our "Land of Opportunity."
LOGAN,   UTAH
