The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-11-07

The Kansas Magazine describes a Buffa-
10 fight thus The challenger advanced
from the herd to within some four feet,
getting angrer and angrier as he came.
Suddenly there was crash which had in
it something 1omerc. One rafting onset
of that kind leaves one in no doubt rs to
why the short, strong horns of the buffa-
loes have splintered appearance at the
apices. Then there was long, steady
push, in which every tendon of the huge
bodies of the buffaoes was strained to the
utmost. Then there was a stragetic cas-
ing off, then a sudden gladiatorial thrust,
which pressed the huge heads to the
ground in an even balance of strength.
Neither beast dared relax muscle or re-
treat an inch, for fear of that fatal charge
upon the flank, or that dangerous twist of
the neck, which means defeat.
A momentary relaxation of the tremen-
dous strain only resulted in the shaggy
heads coming together again with dull
thump, and a renewal of the logged push
ing which might have moved freight
train. 1t was matter of lungs and cndur-
ancc, and the white froth began to drop in
long. tenacious strings from their lips, and
the red eyes to glare dimly through what
seemed TO be clots of blood | could hear
the labored breathing where lay, and see
the tendons stand out across the thighs and
along the thick necks.
But this dead set of strength could not
last always. Every moment of time was
telling disastrously upon the shorter wind
and decaying strength of the old crusader,
who still fought for the loves of his youth
His foot slipped, and the intelligence of
this slight disaster seemed to reach his an
tagonist quicker than a flash of light No
gladiator ever urged his advantage more
suddenly. There was a huge lunge, a
sound of horns slipping upon each other,
spring forward, and the horn of the
younger bull had made a raking upward
stroke through his antagonists flank. The
fight now became brisk. Again and again
the old one turned and tried to make the
old stand of head to head and as often his
more active antagonist caught him behind
the shoulder. With the red agony of de-
feat in his eye, and the blood trickling
from the long wounds in his nanks, he
still refused to be conquered. With failing
strength and limbs, which refused any
longer to serve him, he finally stood
at bay, with open mouth and hanging
tongue, unable to fight and distaining to re-
treat. His antagonist pushed him, and he
yielded doggedly. He made no attempt to
shield his flank, and pitfully endured all
that came. The original plan of non-inter-
ference was abandoned and the young
lords gathered around him, and snorted and
shook their heads, and gave him an occas-
ional dig in the ribs by way of expressing
their contempt for him. The COWS came
and snuffed at him, and INDUCED in spite
full feminine butts and walked away. Their
manner implied that they had always re-
garded him as a disagreeable old muff, and
they were glad he finally understood their
heartfelt sentiments in regard to him.
Through all this the old fellow stood I'M
resisting, whipped, but still obstinate
Gradually they all left him to himself, and
the herd wandered further away. He did
not even look around he was probably
forced at last to accept his sentence of ban
ishment, and go and live as long as he could
alone, and fight his last fight with the coy
otes and die.