The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-06-23
BULL-FIGHTING IN Ell PAsO.
- DisgusIed Texan sueGe.ts That 81 Cow
would OGIer Better sport

n Di'EusIed Texan saeEe.t. That "a Cow
Would OfIer Better sport
lLeAvenworth Times.l
:, After long waiting bugle is sounded,
she doors are thrown open, and five
norsemen enter the ring, one conveying
a stout pole, with prod in the end of
II Next come four bull-fghters on foot,
with stick about four feet long and
dirty red cloth about the size of small
table-cloth, and they scatter themselves
around behind the several blinds. Now
the excitement is at fever heat Guada-
ioupe smiles, the bugle sounds, the
doors are thrown open, and IN comes
little, stump-talled bull or stag, with hls
horns sawed off. The horsemen ride
out, and all In turn get the animal 10
chase them around, and the footmen
venture out from their respective places
ks safety in like manner, and this per-
&rmance is kept up until the speed and
motion of the animal is reduced to
certainty.
The footmen now became quite bold.
They string their cloth on the stick in
front Of the bull, and he rushes for it
with al the speed he has left. The
man holding the cloth springs aside, the
bull passes to the next man, and so on.
Next comes sticking the little spears in
the animals neck. These are little,
sharp pointed rods, with wooden
handles, ornamented with tissue paper,
tin rings, etc. You will remember.
that It is the cloth. the bull is fighting
all the time. One man attracting
the attention of the animal, and another
approaching him from the rear at full
speed the animal turning his head to
look out for the new danger, the man
plunges the spear In his neck and passes
on. They now know the exact speed,
and the fighters will in turn allow the
animal TO chase them around the ring.
This is kept up according to the nerve of
the bull.
Next and last comes the killing with
the sword. The fighter has the cloth in
his left and the sword in his right hand;
now appears the bleeding and exhausted
bull, which pltnges away at the cloth,
and the fighter prods him in the neck,
and perchance kills him; yet saw them
try five, and none were killed. They do,
however, manage to mangle the poor
animal horribly about the neck. This is
all there is in bull-fight, and the whole
matter was explained by Texas cattle
man who sat next me and remarked
why don't the - towards turn q
COW in and try her?" A bull, when MAX
ing an attack. always shuts his eyes, and
does not open them until the object he
assaults ceases to be a resistance, while
the mad COW never does, and follows
the object up. Hence, fighting a mad
bull is much like fighting a blind ami
NAL, and, upon the whole, n gigantic
fraud, and any nationality that sanctions
such cruel treatment of dumb brutes
ought to be blotted out.
GuiIeless Innocence and Jack Pots.
There was a party of -Milwaukeeans
ont in Iowa shooting chickens, and they
made their headquarters at little Iowa
town, where their special car was side
tracked, and where the visitors became
great favorites for their generosity and
good fzaruIe. .Ihsir evenings wSEsr
T>rsely spent in the per1sal of the re-
yised edition Of Hoyle, and they had
many a discussion over that chapter Of
the book of Poker, which in the re
vision makes a straight flush an inspira-
tion which knocks the everlasting spots
out of a full hand. There was very
deserving, pious old lady living in the
town who was poor, and to make up
purse for her the boys decided that
every time they achieved a jack pot the
winner should CHIP IN quarter Tor the
old lady. During the week the Jackpot
fund acquired great proportions, and
when they came to leave pious young
man of the party was detailed to deliver
the money to the good old lady, which
he did. He left her the money with no
explanation except a card. on which
was written the legend, From Jack
Pot. The good old soul took the money
with many thanks. and asked the young
man if his name was Mr.. Pott. He said
that it was not his name, and on being
pressed to tell something of the good
Mr.. Pott, he said it was the earnest
desire of the donor to remain lncog.,
and, pressing the old lady's wrinkled
hand, he went away with tear in his
snnburnt eye and another coursing down
the side of his nose where the skin had
peeled off, and left the old lady shower
ING Heavens choicest blessings down
on the head of the good and pious Mr..
7 Pot. She insisted to the citizens
there that Mr.. Pot must be a banker,
or a wheat dealer, or railroad man,
ard claims that if she does not meet her
benefactor on earth she is sure she shall
meet him in heaven.-Mill0duke Sun