The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-01-30
A Yankee i'm a Bull Fight.

n ldhhcc Ill Duil EISht.
In very clever book lately publish
ed, emitted "E,chmgs OF Whaling
Cruise" one Barney McF., a down
easter from Maine, figures very largely.
One of the scenes in which he is intro
duced is Il Bui-Fight 10 the Comoro
lslands--in an arena surrounded by
walls with steps of stone leading down
to the centre, Alack had taken his seat
at the top OF The steps, where he could
at once have a good view and enjoy Il
comfortable degree OF personal secur-
lly.
"He seemed highly edited with the
sport and occasionally gave vent to his
satlsiat ton by shouts of laughter and
cries of swell done, old crit1er! Look
out you darned ngger. or you'll get
struck! BY gosh! amt he savage now!'
Mack wore II red shirt, which now ana
then attracted the attention of the
worried animal. The natives having
wrought it 10 a state OF madness, began
to show signs of fear, and made their
escape through small Aperture in the
wall, Mack rolled up his sleeves. and
let his courage boil over in the most
wariike strain. Squaring himself in IL
pugiilstic attitude, he shouted at thr
top of his voice: "Come on ii you want
a licking! III give you a Yankee touch,
old feiler! llI ornament your ugIy PIC
ture with a PAIR Of black eyes! Come
on, Sir! Come on"
"The inturialed bull, not at all relish
ing the insult OF the man with the red
shirt, turned short round and made ior
the steps: "Come on.' roarcd Mack.
Come up here you ugly-Iooklng crit
ter! Darn your orful visage, l'I show
you a thing or two! III spoil ynur
nose for you! I'll do YOU bodily dam
age!' Snoring and paving tie gronnd
with rage, the bull believed and shook
his horns, but seemed rather dubious
about attacking 1--we Yankee. Mach
capered about like a madman and made
sandry scientific passes within few
feet of the animals head, TO the great
amusement o! the natives who cheered
and roared with laughter. "Nhy don't
YOU lay into meF said Mack kicking at
him. "Don'l you Sarey my lingo, you
bloody Arah?" At this there was su II
an uprnar tha, the bull, driven to des-
paration. rushed mad!y up the steps.
believing f'ightiuliy. Don't you come
so night" roared Mack, rerea'ing a liz
tie, stretching forth his long bony arms
and clenched fists. "Don't you come
here, ! say! don't you! doat go~"
"The last words were scarcely out
Of his mouth when the furious animal
had mounted the abument. Fearing
that the battle might not be fairly con.
Quoted in so dangerous situation. Mack
suddenly turned to run and ye'ing al
the top of his voice-"fIold on, darn
you!'
"Don't YOU come here! donf you"
he attempted to escape. The bull as
sisted his progress, by picking him up
by the ne her exlremities and pitching
him head long over the arena. "Oh
gosh! oh gosh!' he groaned like gag
ed dolphin, and endeavoring to gel
away before another such onset: "oh
jimmy gosh! I'm spoiIl! I'm dead as
u whistle!" Some of the natives rush.
ed in at this critical junc,ure and rescu-
ed him from further violence of his
rough adversary"
1--WE were all enjoying hearty
laugh at Macks expense when he came
Iinping up to where we stood, rubbing
his bones and looking rather used up
after his encounter. Unable TO resist
our ordinations, he joined in the laugh
and asked US what was the fun
why" said some of the crew saint
you dead yetY "Dead" cried Mack.
mot yet,--l amt. I've only been ta-
kim horn. Dead, indeed! Why
amt the man wol fit the bull? Ain'i
the man wat butted The bull of The
bridger"