Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-09-24

running & breafhless speed > whole
crowd Of chulos with their banners,
which they spread over horse and rider.
completely covering both, and 50 con-
fusing the bull that be does not seem 70
know which man to attack. Pretty soon
he dashes at one waving cape, and IS
thus seduced away from the fallen plea
dor. His comrades now carefully drag
him out from under the horse. but he
cannot stand, and he is carried out IKE
a wounded soldier. with all the honOrs
of war, 10 be cared for, as / was after
ward informed. by physicians for his
body and priests for his soul ministers
both IN constant attendance at the fights.
felt cold chill myself along the
spine, and found myself perspirlng al
most as freely as the bull when next
became conscious of my existence. MY
companion was white and restless IN his
seat. His voice stuck in his threat, as
he tried to speak, but could not move
from my chair. All this time the bull
was plunging about the ring, first after
! this color and then that, though no
! longer with the same intensity OF ardor
as at first. -.---- -.---s>a-
And now as he began to tire little IN
his fight, there suddenly appeared before
him one of those wiry young banderlllos
with arms stretched out over his very
head. No bull would ever take a chal-
lenge like that, and so lowering his head
he made dive for his enemy, but, alas,
only to toss his head in vain TO the air,
for the banderillo had sprung to one side,
IN a second it seemed, but he had waited
long enough-when he did / could not
see-to have thrust his daggers into the
shoulders of the bull, for there they hung,
steamers to the breeze, and from each
was trickling down the sides of the bull
little stream of blood. 1t was like
sleight- of hand performance to me, but the
success with which it was done brought
out dcafening roar of applause of the
multitude Bravol bueno! viva viva
resounded on every side; hands clapped,
handkerchiefs waved, and the banderillo
was the hero Of the hour. Nothing sue
ceeds like success. When a bull pitches
man into the air or rips up horse
the multitude cry bravo toral When
it is the man who skillfully sticks the
bull, or nimbly leaps out of the way,
the same crowd cries bravo torerol
It was evident now that the bull
needed constant stimulus to fire him up.
Sweat was dripping from his TANKS, and
the quick palpitation of his heart was
visible through INSIDE. But the stimu
lus was never lacking. The chulos con-
tinucd to aggravate him with their capes
and the banderillos stuck him with their
knives. The bull was still savage,
q savage as bull, y but only at intervals.
When he was let alone he showed that he
had enough But the sallies he still
made under the exasperating torture of
his enemies were often fearful TO see in
that there was now no reason in his mad
ness. He would make the blindest on
slaughts on the horses, those already dy-
ing on the ground as we'll as those
mounted, always burying his horns in
them to the base until all four of the
original horses lay sweltering in blood
on the ground When his presence was
diverted sufficiently far from the horses
man not in uniform, armed with a
small dagger, would quietly step into
the ring and dexteronsly stick his dag
ger into the back Of the horses neck to
put him out OF misery, as we say. But
the wound inflicted by the bull must be
mortal to secure for the victim this hap
by relief. One of the poor horses
ON this occasion struggled to his feet
and staggered across the arena, tangling
and dragging his protruding intestines
with his feet. This horse was killed
when he finally fell; but if the intestines
can be replaced with the hand the
operation is quickly done, the external
wound sewed up with a stitch, and the
poor mute is made to do duty for the
rest OF the fight. This last official, to
etero. and his Office is much despised.
AT last, when the bull can hardly be
tantalized more, all the subordinates
leave the ring and the espada appears
alone He steps into the ring bare
headed, as he had at first appeared In
the procession. He has in his right
hand, narrow, delicate blade of the fin
est Toledo steel, and in his left swings
small cape, OF exquisite texture appar-
emily, in color a flaming scarlet. He
steps up to the lodge of the director,
where he receives permission to kill the
bull. lie then walks over to the animal
who has now in hisrest of few minutes
recovered some of his fire, and stations
himself directly in front of his face.
Man and bull face to face; thus thev
eye each. other for moment or two.
when the man suddenly waves his scar
let mantle-muleta, it is called-directlv
IN front Of the eyes of the bull. The
bull dashes at it with all his force. The
espada quickly swings it over the head
Of the bull and as quickly steps aside.
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