Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1882-09-28

QUIZ around him like hornets, and prick
him with their darts. You wonder how
il is all done. The bull seems for an
instant TO have one man at his mercy.
His horns are within hairs breadth Of
the bandarillo, and next you see the
man untouched. the bulls head high in
the air, bnt his meek fringed with darts
E,gnt OF these darts are dangling now
in his hide, when the trumpet sounds
once more. and the multitudes veil for
the espada- The bull stands painting.
with streaming sides. The espada steps
into the ring, places himself before the
Presidents seat. and SAYS few words
to the effect that, with his permission,
he desires either to kill or be killed by
the bull. He takes his iaunty cap from
of his head and throws it into the ring.
Now, in digniiied manner. with superb
strut, the espada goes forth to meet the
bull. and never stops until he is within
a few feet of him. The bull seems
astOunded At this ccoiness. and does not
bulge
The espada takes bit of red cloth
and holds it close TO the bull This is
too much of an impertinence for toro.
who. with quick, vicious dash at the
espada completely dispels any idea you
may have that the bull is tired. The
red cloth has almost been entangled
in the bulls horns, and that animal
seems surprised that he is only tearing
up the air with his sharp prongs. This
play, which worries the bull. is cOntin-
ued until at last the beast is apparently
tired out, for he seems hardly con-
sciouS OF the presence of his enemy.
The espada's sword is then slowly
raised until it is on line with his eye.
He holds it there an instant. then gives
a spring forward. The bull meets him
half way with lowered head. and the
blade is buried to the hilt somewhere
in the region of the animals heart. The
man stands stock still The bull. Ian
guidly tossing his head. slowly retreats.
He seems conscious of his end. He
coughs blood. For the spectators this is
the supreme moment Of the show, and
they rise to witness his agony. He
Guivers, staggers and sinks. His enc
mics still surround him and torment
him. Perhaps there is something more
to be got OF him. He rises unsteadily,
for he is faint. The clotted blood,
in n horrible stream. is cast up
by the bull. The world becomes
dark for that miserable beast,
though Gods sun is shining ever so
brightly. He is on his feet for the last
time. A creature comes now on the
scene-sOme poor, AFFECT wretch incor-
porated in the noble guild of bull
lighters. He treads the ground cat-like.
He has small knife as keen as a razor.
1t is the coup de grace he gives. the
only merciful thing done, for. with a
rapid motion, he cuts the bulls throat
The misery is over. A few prolonged
notes of the trumpet herald the death of
the first bull While the band is play
ing the arena is cleared of dead bull
and horses. The fine points of the fight
are discussed with zest by the spec
tatOrs. 1t is generally agreed by the
critics that the bull was game one.
The second bull is then ready for tor
ture. 1t is not the same fight exactly,
for there are accidental differences.
There are many horses killed, but the
death of the bull is certain. The last
bull is dead now, and as YOU look into
the calm, clear sky, you ask yourself. in
a fearful kind Of inquiry: '.How did you
like it?' You are half afraid of your
own reply. The man who offers you
tickets for the next bull-fight. which is
to take place in few days. may per-
chance find customer, 'just for the
of studying the whole
thing more calmly" As for me. will
never see another bull-fght as long rs
| live.-7oieao (Spain) Cor. N. T.
Times.