The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-01
THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA, APRIL Il, 1879.

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put down the saddle and called him.
At that moment heard loud roar and
crash In scrub behind me, and out
rushed, at terrific pace, black High
land bull, charging straight at me. /
had only just time to throw myself on
one side, fiat on the ground, as he
thundered by me. My next move was
to scramble among small clump of
trees-one of great size, the rest were
mere sapllngs.
The bull, having missed his mark,
turned again, and first revepged him.
self by tossing my saddle up in the air,
until fortunately it lodged in some
bushes then having smelt me out, he
commenced circuit around the trees,
stamping, paving, and believing fright
fully.
With his red eyes, and long sharp
horns, he looked like demon. / was
quite unarmed, having broken my
knife the day before my pistols were
in my holsters, and l was wearied to
death. My only chance consisted in
dodging him round the trees until he
should be tired out. Deeply did 1 re-
gret having left my faithful dogs
Broomer and Bounder behind.
The bull charged again and again,
sometimes coming with such force
against the tree that he fell upon his
knees, sometimes bending the saplings
behind which stood, until his horns
almost touched me. There was not
branch could lay hold of to climb up.
How long this awful game of " touch
wood" lasted, know not. 1t seemed
hours. After the first excitement of
selfpreservation passed off, uneasiness
again took possession of me, and it re-
quired all the instinct of self-preserva-
ton to keep me on my feet. Several
times the bull left me for few seconds,
pacing suddenly away, believing his
malignant discomfort; but before 1
could cross over to a better position, he
always came back at full speed. My
tongue Glove to the roof Of my mouth,
my eyes grew hot and misty, my knees
trembled under me, and felt itimpossi-
BILE to hold out until dark. AT length 1
grew desperate, and determined to make
a run for the opposite covert. The mo-
ment the bull turned toward the water
hole again, felt sure was doomed, and
thought of it until grew Indifferent.
The bull SCENE 10 know L was worn
out, and grew more fierce and rapid in
his charges, but just as / was going to
sit down under the great tree, and let
him do his worst, heard the rattle of
horse among the rocks above, and a
shout that sounded like the voice of an
angel. Then came the barking of a
dog, and the loud reports of a stock
whip; but the bull, with his devilish
eyes fixed on me, never moved.
Up came horseman, at full speed;
crack fell the lash on the black bulls
hide; out spirited the blood in long
streak. The bull turned savagely-
charged the horseman. The horse
wheeled round just enough to battle him
mo more-again the lash descended,
cutting like long, flexible razor, but
the bull was not to be beaten off by a
whip. H charged again and again; but
he had met his match right and left, as
needed, the horse turned, sometimes
pivoting on his hind, sometimes on his
forelegs.
The stockman shouted something,
leaped from his horse, strode forward to
meet the bull with an open knife be-
tween his teeth. AS the beast lowered
his head to charge, he seemed to catch
him by the horns. There was a strug-
gle, cloud of dust, stampering like
two strong men wrestling-I could not
see clearly !; but the next moment the
bull was on his back, the blood yelling
from his throat, his limbs quivering in
death.
The stranger, covered with mud and
dust, came to me, saying unconcernedly,
as if he had been killing calf in a
slaughter-house, He's dead enough,
young man; he won't trouble anybody
any more"
1 walked two or three PAGES toward
the dead beast; my senses left mel
tainted.
When came to myself, my horse was
saddled, bridled, aud tied up to a bush.
My stranger friend was busy flaying the
bull.
g / should like to have pair of boots
out of the old devil,' he observed in