Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1870-06-16
THRILLING EPISODE.
A Young and Gushing Poet Chas-
dby an Infuriated Bull.
From the Dubuque Times.

Charles Somers is his name-plain
Charles Somers. Charles is of med
itative turn of mind, and, being a
young man, is naturally romantic. He
takes amazingly to Lalla O'Rook, and
has been known to weep by the hour
over the woes of Abelard and Heloise.
He wears tight fitting gloves and By
ron collar, sports a mammoth eye
glass and fancy cane, and gushes
over with sentimental poetry on the
least proyocation. Charles parts his
hair in the middle, also, and be-
sprinkles his saffron-colored locks lib
orally with pomatum and eau de
cologne. Take him altogether in his
various and complicated parts, and he
is very nice young man, the pride of
the maidens and the envy of all the
withered, up old spinsters. We might
describe him more fully, but forbear.
Charles with his many accomplish
ments, writes poetry occasionally, but
whenever he feels the inspiration, he
always wiLhdraws to some lone, Sc
cluded nook, to avoid interruption by
the vulgar herd, and then lets the
steam on at the rate of thirty five and
forty trochaics an hour Last We'd
nesday Charles felt the aspiration com
ing, and so, providing himself with an
ample stock of paper and pencils. he
turned his footsteps toward Kelly's
Bluff, and reclining at full length be-
meath the grateful shades of one of the
native oaks, with the lazy drone Of the
beetle in the distance and one or two
grasshoppers playfully practicing leap
ing on his back, he abandoned himself
to the task, and gave full rein to his
imagination. He had just dashed of
a sublime stanza entitled Gan Ode to
Nellie" and was launching out on the
second, when he heard smothered
roar, and glancing back, was horriied
to find a mammoth bull, with head
down, tail erect, and eyes flashing fire,
making bee-line for the back buttons
of the coat on his poetic body.
This was enough for Charles. He
suddenly concluded that Kelly's Bluff
wasn't exactly the Parnassian retreat
he had been seeking for, and, throwing
pencils and paper 10 the wind he struck
up pedalic tattoo-making the leaves
fly, Mr.. Bull following at Dexteriar
rate of speed--a cloud of dust bringing
ND the rear. The race, as might have
been expected under the circum
stances, was a very exciting one, the
poet not fancying the idea of being
made the butt of bull, while the bul
was equally resolved upon making
butt of the poet. Had any sporting
men been present they would undoubt
edly have bet two to one on the latter,
with but few takers at that figure
Such bounding and leaping--sucl
turning and twisting-such dodginG
and shrieking-such paving ant
mighty bellowings. were never heart
on Kelly's Bluff before. His bullshil
was rapidly gaining on the poet, VIII
already began to dream of an aeria
flight by anything but magical infu
ences, when all at once a brigh
thought struck him--why not climb
treel
He proceeded to act upon the sug
gestion at once. Half dozen yard
ahead stood sapling, and toward thi
our poet flew with tremendous strides
the bull rapidly closing up the day
light between them. Charles reache
the tree, grasped it with both hands
and Skinned up about eight feet, just
the bull coming with all the force an
. momentum of forty thousand batterin
3 rams, struck it full and fair at the bas'
{ The collision was simply awful, eau
9 ing the bull to rebound like an Ind
9 rubber ball, while Charles was shake
from his perch in an instant and fell
Q the ground on all fours, his class
: nose and large stone scraping an int
mate acquaintance, much to the dan
age of the latter. 1t is worthy of r
j, mark that the stone was not injured
s the least. AS for the bull, he was t
l. much dazed and bewildered by b
battering- experience to renew Il
conflict, but kept running round an
q round in. circle, switching bis C.
from side to side, and shaking his hes