The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-09-24

OF his course lett him alone in the
middle OF the arena. He faced about
LOOKED right and left, and waited to
digest what had happened, and plan a
new attack. The chulos waved their
colors vain. He shook his head at
them as they passed before him, bat
did not stir. They teased and tanta.
lized HIM, waving their mantles in his
very face; but he would not stir; till
at length, swift as an arrow, he
viva toro!
The horse was gored and overset,
his rider falling against the bar
rier, and gored again and emptied.
while the picador was pulled out OF
harms way. Then the bull, proud
and elate, trotted lightly around the
whole arena, giving a swift glance and
thrust at the other two horses, lying
motionless on the sand, to make sure
that they were dead. Turning then,
unexpectedly. he rushed at the fourth
picador, and killed his horse IN an in
stant.
All the amphitheatre was astir.
Fans waved, and hats, and handker-
chiefs, and parasols from the sunny
side, and there was q clanor OF voices
like u high wind in the tree-tops.
A trumpet sounded, and the ban
derilleros entered There were four,
and they carried in each hand a barbed
dart OF an arms length, with gay lit
tie streamers at the end. These barbs
they must plant at either side OF the
bulls neck; running up before him,
just evading his charge, and striking
the instant he was about to pass.
The creature exhausted himself with
these futile charges, rushing hither and
thither in the vain effort to catch and
toss those sparkling, swift runners,
who seemed to have wings on their
teet, and were as difficult to catch as
a flower OF thistledown on thesummer
air. He rushed madly about, now
after one, now after the other. AS
one fled from his right eye, another
danced up to his left, and ever and
anon a barb flew stinging into his
wounded neck. The darts stood out
at either side, Tapping up and down
and about as he ran. The streamers
We're visible TO him all the time. He
stopped now and then, looked back at
the tcrmenting things. and shook
himself, and struck them with his
head, in a vain effort to get rid OF
them
The darts were all planted at length,
four at either side, and the bull stood
painting, his tongue lolling out OF his
mouth and dropping blood.
1t was a cruel sight; yet the cruelty
was frank. Worse and more cruel
deeds are done every day by men and
women who would denounce the bull
fight, safe in that their cruelty is hid
den. Women there are, and many,
who between their fine sentiment and
pious talk, their kisses and caresses,
plant barbs more stinging and in ten
derer places; and there are men claim.
ing respect who use their power with
far more dastardly intent on creatures
weaker than themselves. Fair will be
the day when there shall be on earth
nothing more cruel than strong,
free beast set up to fight for his
life, though hopelessly, with ten
thousand men and women to
know how and why he dies! Better
far the being wounded to death in the
arena, open to the day before mems
eyes, than the long stinging OF poison
Gus hate that murders slowly in the
dark.
Yet it was a pity to see.
The Espada entered, saluting and
saluted. He was of medium size, had
a handsome pale olive face, and an
air of quiet dignity. His dress was of
pale blue and silver, and the black
slippers and long white hose displayed
an elegant foot and leg. He held q
naked sword in his right hand, and in
his left square of scarlet cloth
stretched over rod.
The bull had placed himself at the
barrier and facing the entrance across
the arena. He knew now from what
quarter to expect his enemies. He
watched this gallant new conner
as he walked quietly toward
him; he saw the chulos bound
lightly over the barrier with their col.
ored silk mantles in hand and all
draw nearer in wide, irregular line,
seeming not to look at HIM.
And still he did not stir. His pride
were broken. He was nolonger in the
green pastures OF utrera, with its gar
dens and its olives round about, where
a single charge of his could put intrud-
ers to flight. All, no, they were not
olive branches, all these stirring things
on the wide-circling benches, and at
last he had found men who dared to
face him. But he stood as firm as
rock, with his head uplifted, in spite
OF pain and weariness.
The Espada tried his temper with
the scarlet cloth advanced and the
sword pointed over it, provoking one
sharp charge after another, which was
deviated and drawn away by the swift
chulos and ended in nothing
Presently the bull refused to be so
drawn aside and replied to the man.
ties that futtered before his face from
right and left only by an impatient
and contemptuous shake of the head.
All his attention was concentrated up
on the figure with the scarlet cloth
and naked sword. He sought it
among the battling mantles, rushed,
and rushed again, but paused when it
disappeared.
Then, as he waited, the chulos retir-
ed, a little half-hidden, beside him, and
the Espada was left alone in the open
space, cautiously advancing, with the
red cloth lowered and the sword above
it. The bullstood motlonless as ifpas-
sively awaiting inevitable DEATH but
when the ingano was held at only
arms length from his face, and
the sword was slowly raised
for the swift, fatal stroke, a
galvanic life canght his great
frame, and he rushed forward and lost
himself again in a cloud of colors wav-
ed hither and thither, while the Espada
slipped aside, almost grazed by the
blood-stained horns, and the barbs
shaking at either side the bleeding
neck