Connecticut western news., 1880-08-24
'
 Refined Cruelty

A Spanish bulI;fght is thus described by one who has witnessed it: The king, if present, is saluted. The mulillas are trotted from the arena. The picadors range themselves close to the toril, with lance in rest. The chulllos throw into the outer enclosure their silk capes, and take up their cGo0s de cOaa261t, all torn and in rags. The trumpet again sounds. The applause is redoubled. A massive door at the end of 9 marrow and dark passage is opened, and the bull comes out. To make him furious, he has been kept in prison without food or water, and has been tormented by thrusts from lances. Blinded by the torrent of light, astonished by, the shouts with which he is greeted, undecided as to his first at- tack, he stops, angrily paws the sand, lowers his head, and glares at his ene- mics. Like a flash he may dart upon picador. The horse receives the terrible shock, and, wounded or killed, is thrown upon its back against tEe barrier. The picador. is usually buried beneath the. poor animal. Then, again, the bull Emay select 4chuli1lo for his first attack. The expert either drags his cape behind him or throws it aside, to distract the infur- ated animals attention, and on reaching the barriersvaults over it like lightning, aIbird without wings. sS y The fun now begins in earnest. The crowd becomes enthusiastic, maddens the bull, insults the toreros, and clamors for the killing of other unfortunate horses. When picador falls the chulillos pro yoke the bull to prevent him from goring the man, They. surround the animal with their. capes, and finally, at the sound of the trumpet, the work of the horses is finished and thatlof, the ban- derilleros4 begins. u The chulillos, en- couraged by the cries. of the, crowd, ,ad- vance upon the bull. They shake before him wands on which pieces Of bright oolored paper are pasted. Their futter- ing sounds like the rustling of silk. Darts at the end of the wands are shot into the neck of the bull. At times g banderillero stations himself almost be- tween the horns of the maddenedl beast, with the animals nose at his feet, and fings darts into it's quivering flesh. The bull roars and bellows. .I a He charges, backs, stands still,s charges and re. charges,s and finally moves about the arena, his great shoulders covered witl the plumes of the darts that are fastened in hisneck @
 F More horses must be killed. Although the bulls feeble legs can barely sustain
 him, although streams of blood are flow
 ing from his body, and although he fill
 the plaza with his roars of pain, 8 fiery
 bopsdaralla is driven into his neck. Al
 tho dart enters the flesh the fire in thu 6oguette is ignited. The odor of burn
 ing flesh fills the air, and black smok'
 rises in curves from the bleeding neck
 The believing of the unfortunate anima
 becomes frightful. Sometimes the bul
 throws himself on the ground and re
 fuses to fight any longer. Then 8 mal
 comes forward, carrying pole attached
 to sharp reaping hook, and, amid tn, applause of the crowd, cuts at the knee
 and legs of the animal. Tears are forced from the 9bloodshot eyes. The falle1
 bull sendeayors to rise. He drags him self, upon the ground. He still wants ts
 live, but they finish him with knives.