Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-01-18


darts. The horses and picadors now go
from the ring to the aley-way, for it is
plain the work Is to be desperate, and
the chulos think caution the better part
of valor, and will not venture many
PAGES from the fence. The bull finally
goes desperately after one of the chulos,'
who ventures further into the ring than
the others, the fighter turns about and
rushes for the fence, barely clearing it
in time. The bull, no longer to be ap-
peased by the boundary line to his do
main, jumps furiously, dragging his
hind launches over This achievement of
the mad animal sends another wave OF
excitement over the multitude. A few
spectators and the chulos are in the al
ley-way, and for dear life they leap
back into the ring The bull, perceiving
that they have gone back, walks to the
west gate, which has been opened for
him, and re-enters the ring, he chases
them to the fence and follows over again,
returning to the ring by the same gate,
believing with pain and the fury of his
i'll success. The picadors, who retired
from the ring on horseback, are on the
opposite side of the alley, when the bull,
as if aware of the opportunity, chases
chalos to the fence and jumps the fence,
rushing upon the horses and picadors.
There are soon a number of riderless
horses, but the one nearest the bull
could not dismount in time. The bull
gored the horse until he fell, carrying
the picador-- near the animals horns, and
now It's life and death struggle, the
bull has vanquished both horse and rider,
and $4,000 feet, $4,000 arms and 10000
voices maze pandemonium as before,
only too well pleased with the result. 1t
matters not if it be man, bull, or horse,
if anything serious occurs it Is the signal
of great delight and unaccountabls ap-
probation.
BY the aid of darts and spears the bull
is finally down, back to the ring, and
the crowd are ready for the next turn,
as if a man and horse were not lying
in the alley way mangled and dying.
The matador whose duty it is to strike
the first blow now enters the ring, gaily
attired in court costume. The ChulOs
retire from the contest. The bull rushes
for the matadors scarlet cloth which he
flaunts at the animal, and just as the
bull reaches the matador he drops the
cape over his head, and in the left
shoulder of the bull plunges his sword to
its hilt. Twas a well directed and pow
erful blow. ''Djrty brHtes beaStly
aoretches !" calculates Wilson. The poor
bull with the sword to its hilt in his left
shoulder, drags himself about disposed
to fight to the bitter death. Weakened
by the torturing darts, violent exertions
and fearful stabs, he falls on his hind
launches, and looks with glazing eyes
of despair upon his merciless victora.
a cheer from the depraved multitude
tells US that the unequal but hard fought
contest, Is closing to the Vanquished but
deserving victim, who even now losses
his head defiantly. The chulos run for
ward, and the sword Is drawn from his
shoulder, the poor creature Is fainting
and helpless, the blood streaming from
the wound in his shoulder, and from bis
nose and mouth In goes the sword
again, but this time, between and just
back of his horns, He drops dead at
the stroke, amidst the deafening cheers
of the spectators and the music of an
initiated pean Of victory. The gate
opens and three strong horses, hitched
abreast, prance gaily over the ring. A
rope is attached to the horns of the
slain. and with I.laitlal music, the horses
ern gate. This disgusting and heart
sickening act of the play, is concluded
by the matador, who slew the bull adj
vancing to the front of the Governor
Generals box to receive the smile and
salute of royalty, then he bows and re-
tires. Another trumpet strain and drusa
beat foretells the opening gate, when III
comes another bull and gives wild chase
again. He pitches horse and rider and
attacks another which he leaves mang-
led and bleeding. The pixies and pois-
oned darts are used freely at an early
stage, evidently to reduce the animals
strength, he is too eager for fight. Look
at that noble white horse, his sides red
with his own blood, which trickles and
drops to the ground. The bull is now
believing and frOthing at the mouth,
the picture Of despair calling for lively
sympathy | am as free to give it as to
hate the spirit of his deyilish persecu-
tors The crowd cheer this scene of
agony They have no pity, what can
the world hope Of Spain, if this be an
ensamplc Of her. Where are her gener-
Gus impulses? her kindly feelings?
Surely these 10000 have them not.
With an indignation which has been
sufficiently cautioned by prudence, have
weighed my words and fearlessly pro-
nounce these people in this ampitheatrc
Br7lteS! There is no lurking rescrya-
ton about it, they are Goddess brutes,
that might have done more honor to the
dark ages by which the brutal bull fight
was fathered But in my last letter l
asked you to join me at the primal stage
and to imbibe the spirit of the actors, l
must needs ask pardon for DEPRESSION.
We have come to see the bull fight, let
us see it through. True, | am sick at
heart, with nerves unstrung. l cannot
fully describe the remainder of the play,
haven't the spirit or the words to do it,
and much of it turned from with hor-
ror. Of course the bull we left in the
ring, when we depressed for comment,
was killed. Yes, killed by cowardly,
dastardly cutting his ham strings so that
he dragged a helpless hind part about,
fighting to the last, and they had to
pierce him again and again ere he died