St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-04-14

is paving the ground, and now that the
tiger has once more been driven into
his immediate vicinity, he makes a
vicious lurch at his foe, but retreats be-
fore the snarling, crouching beast,
which shows its teeth. The buffalo
shakes his head in an uncertain, mysti-
fed way, and chances to tho right and
left of him, Now the tiger makes
spring, the buffalo avoids him, and the
tiger is only able to selze the horns,
to which he clDgs, however. 1t is
time to rid himself of this burden. Lift
ing his compact head with it's load, the
buffalo strains the steel-like muscles of
his neck so that they stand out like
solid lump, and second later he has
hurled the tiger to the ground, right in
the center of the arena. After this first
round the buffalo has both more conf
dence in his own strength and becomes
more vicious. The tiger is greeted by
the multitude with Kissing or gurgling
sound of disapproval, while his stout
adversary gets such encouraging phrases
as '''Nee-dah!" ''Ha-da!" and Sal
bangaw (courage). and he understands
what it means, for he proudly treads the
arena. while the tiger, ashamed and
humbled, with tail drawn in. sneaks
around.
But moment later the fray recon-
mences. In an instant the tiger is on
top of those pointed horns once more,
proudest crown that steer ever wore.
Into his neck the tiger drives claws and
teeth, shaking with his might and his
fury even the wall of solid muscle under
him. Once more the bull gets all his
strength together, and the next instant
the tiger is on the ground. the bull on
his knees, and his horns dig into the
tiger again and again and again.
The tiger lay there like dead. His
breast was ripped open, and the blood
runs from him. His pierced lungs
through his gaudy coat of fur. Then
he stretches himself out and is
still. The buffalo. however, has got
his share of injuries as well. Deep fur
rows are visible on his neck. One of
his ears is torn into shreds. The blood
runs on his TANKS in rivulets. But he
is still game, and none of his vitaS
have been reached. He stamps with
fury.
His Mouth Foams.
He smells the blood on the ground.
Then he circles around his foe. and
finally he concludes to find out whether
there is still life in him. He shifts of
deals him a vicious, powerful blow,
which tears out a portion of his nose.
Once more the buffalo resumes
his walk in circle. Once more
he sniffs. A second blow hits him
in the eye and tears it out. His
patience is exhausted, and once m0re:he
begins to work away on the tiger. There
is an indistinguiShable heap of these
two. There is much kicking, drilling,
snarling. growing and painting. The
tiger had come to anchor on the neck of
the bull, and with his teeth he snaps at
him. The bull nails him to the ground
with his horns and drives them into his
quivering sides again and again and
again and yet again. In his pain and
rage the tiger seiZes one of these horns
and-off that big alabaSter tooth breaks,
as if it were brass and the horn steel.
And one more swing and the tiger lies
once more on the ground seemingly
dead. The bull remains victor on the
field. Both Of the beasts had had
enough of fight.
But that didn't satisfy the spectators.
Again and again the buffalo was driven
against the tiger Again and again the
latter, though covered all over with
blood, rose, equal to the occasion. There
seemed actually to be the nine proverb-
ial lives in this huge cats mutilated
body. for, though torn and lacerated so
that it resembled more bleeding mass
of raw flesh than an animal, it still
Dreathed and fought, and scratched and
bit
had seen enough. left. Before my
eyes there was veil of blood. The
cactus leaves were running with blood,
and the beautiful foliage of the pisang
sho wed big stains of gore. From
the long arms of the maringin
tree hang plants that seemed to
reek with blood. The azure waves OF
the sea, as they beat against the shore,
looked to me like chasms Of blood. All
nature seemed to be stepped in the life
and death-giving fluid. And yet it was
nothing but tiger and an untamed
buffalo.
The end of that fearful combat was
told me afterward. Burning pitch had
been dropped OH the tiger and buffalo,
and boiling water had been thrown on
them until they had again renewed the
fight. And at last, when the tiger was
really dead, it had been dragged around
in the area.
Such is a popular amusement on the
island of Java.