The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-11-20

sleep, when, to aid my discomfort, it
began to rain. This was decidedly I'M
pleasant but was getting. reckless.
3 !" Oh, yes n 4 exclaimed, IN satiri.
osi tone, rain by all means, do.
And it did.
MY attention was now called to the
behavior of the bull. It began to sniff
the air, paving the ground and tossing
up his head in q manner expressive of
triumph and demonilc ioy. This
looked like bearing malice, and, to NOR
THY the brute, I endeavored to appear
as If found the rain rather pleasant
and refreshing than otherwise. But /
did the noble animal an injustice. He
was above any petty feeling of gratifca-
ton al my mere physical discomfort |:
Tor he knew that the rain would place
me in his power.
1t was some time before I could real
lze this fact. The ditch was beginning
to fill with water, and nv discomfort
was becoming intense. But / looked
as cheerful as I could, in order to de-
ceive the bull. Suddenly it flashed mp
on me that the ditch would soontbe full
OF water, and that must either remain
al the bottom and be drowned, or come
out and fall a victim to my enemy.
10 say that this discovery filled me
with Cismay is but feeble to express my
] feelings. turned my eyes despairingly
to the sky. There was no comfort there;
the dull leaden hue which it presented
showed that there was no chance of the
rain abating. I had been in some des-
perate and disagreeable situations dur
ing my life, but they all appeared easy
and agreeable IN comparison with this.
What was I to do ? The ditch was fill
ing up rapidly, and the question deman
j ded an immediate solution. a dozen
Wild and impossible projects flashed
through my brain but, after all, there
was but one thing TO be done.
I must face the bull. r 81
1 I looked no al him
7 He was waiting for nae. 80
He was paving the ground impa-
tIently his tail was erect, his head
slightly lowered, and there was a wild,
bloodthirsty look in his eye that was
most appalling.
My heart sank within me. But there
was no help for it. sr.es.s.sa-Eg q
must screw my courage up to the
sticking point, I said. s$rH9-E ES8
And smiled grimly, and with some
sell admiration, at this mild and harm
less, but, alas too obvious witticism.
Bqs,a Oh, Heavenl what welcome
SOuuO Is Ina5 Wnlcn meets my ear aes
"Coo-o ey Coo-o-ey % shrilI, clear,
and distinct, and at no great distance.
III "Coo-o-ey OOO-o-ey II responded,
at the uttermOst stretch of my voice. -.
The next moment have sprung from
tue ditch, the bull has charged me, be
has missed. and have caught hold OF
his tall Round and round we go, ]
holding On with desperation, and be
vainly striving to get at me. But two
horsemen suddenly appear upon the
scene; precautions the bull. receives
three or four heavy blows upon the
head with a loaded whip, and ia a few
minutes he hes bleeding and senseless
= upon the ground.
II An hour afterward I am snug in the
hut at the station. Over a steaminp
glass of hot rum and water I am reIat-
ing to an adIniring group of station
hands the details of the desperate bat
tie which I fought for upward of two
? hours with the bull. And I meet with
much sympathy in my modification al
being interrupted just when I had him
In my power, and was "going in" to
finish him.