Arizona weekly enterprise., 1890-12-27
N QUIXOTE.
SINGJLAIl TALE OF CATTLE LIFE IN NEW MEXICO.
I& Little Dull, WOrsted, TrOtted Off and Proeured SuccOr---Is There
 Bovine Language?

 H& Little Dull. worsted, Trotted oT
 and Proeured succor---Is There
 Bovine Language?
 Kansas City Star.
 4 It was spmmer, and was camped on fhe UppetCaliente, in New Mexico, when I witnesls continued duel-a combat in twQss %pters, as it were. Mountain lcattld~ Q peculiar folk. They have strangd Habits, do strange things, and now tl#b betray strange intelligence not observable in their lowing cousins on far-off Eastern farms. had been riding th4e Hills for over a year, and was well acquaintea with their horned inhabitants saving the deer-for square of forty miles around. Especially were the fath CTS in this bovine Israel known to me. All were sober, grave fellows, who went heavily though decorously about, betray ing in their low, rumblipg undertones wherewith they generally accompanied their walks, as we'll as in their dignity of face, a sense of the cares which rested on them as leaders of these mountain herds.
 These cattle have strong home in- stinct and abide for years. and finally lay their bones to rest in some bushy nook of the very vale they were born in. Un- less forced by storms or mankind they seldom travel from their home, and even then they come stuldily back as soon as the pressure Is removed. In illustration of the communication which exists be- tween cattle one day saw this:
 Near my camp 2-year-otd bull had residence. The bulls are much more friendly, gentle and intelligent that the other cattle-stoTy books to the contrary |e,..tR Rithstandiug-and this young gen {Ief an was quite pet. He appeared to <11<y the nearness of my camp and never '><&.t far away. The ponies, tool lad itr -were a source of delight to him, and ' have seen him combing their coats with his rough tongue for hours, playing, in- deed, the barber, while the shampooed one closed its eyes and dropped its shag- ged head in ecstasy.
 One day at noon, while engaged with coffee pot and frying pan, and busy dodg- ing the eager pitch-pine flame of my fire, which lapped out yard in all directions, as the wind was hero and there, the low, deep note of some alien bull came swell ing down the valley. l looked up and saw at short distance an animal of con siderable size and about years coming briskly towards us This bull was look | ing for trouble. He was not an unusual character among these mountain cattle, who now and then become errant and warlike, and rove the hills far and near, hinging the glare to all whom they meet, a sort of bovine Don Qnixotes. | My bull was in nowise loath to the en- counter. and, although not half the size of tho invader, strode promptly forth to ] battle A bull fight is neither desperate nor bloody. It IS more a trial of strength and endurance. and generally is confined | to strong, persistent pushing, the pates being in conjunction. l suppose, how ever, this pushing is only preliminary, and should it go on until one sunk in exhaustion, the victor would gore him to death.
 I did not interfere with the tournament but installing myself as provost O. the tests, threw down my warder and com handed the fight to proceed.
 We'll, it did proceed right gallanty with the deep Caliente as amphitheatel and myself as spectator and master ol the games. For three long hours it went stubbornly on, with neither particularly advanced. In the melee the rivals tore up half an acre of ground. At time. tuCl MOtuu hO lOGdll lu6lI Di0dll and then to gore and push again witt vast lust and relish. As time went by i appeared that my champion was doomed to be worsted. He had neither thu weight, age nor strength of Don Ouixote and 1t was as if some stlipling had beer set to withstand q grown and seasoned man. He, however, discovered failure al soon as I, and without waiting until h, should be down and helpless, suddenl. separated from his adversary, and, turn ing, started across the valley toward tn east.
 The other did not pursue, and afte ]. -sleepily. regarding bis retiring foe for minute. repaired to spring and drank after which rather thin potation he stroll ed about as if in survey of the provinc he had won.
 watched my bull clear across the val ley. He kept straight on and neve swerved nor turned, and climbing tn mountain disappeared in the pines whic grew thick as plush on the plateau 1 impressed me at the time that he scene moving on some plan or scheme for tn . redemption of bis borders,
 The next day Don Quixote was sti with me. He cropped about, took a ger tie pleasure in my camp. of which | seemed very curious, and was alread disposed to do the honors of the place a my host About 3 o'clock in the after noon asiestR he was engaged in was blum ly disturbed by below which came frol the plateau over which the little bull ha disappeared the night before. l locke up. and there came the rightful hei evidently still in high dudgeon and nc alone. Back half mile to the rear. fc the eager haste of the small belligere1 had carried him that far ahead of h succor, l saw big steer of gleamin white. He would be of no assistance. br I at once knew him as a sycophantis hanger-on and courier of mammot bull who abode ih Longs cafion fiy . miles over the divide to the east an argued that his master was not distar 1 far. l was right. for I soon deserted tn tremendous character numbering throue the brush and coming straight in Il wake of the little bull. Don Quixot too, dearly appreciated the situation, fo while he did not fly, he put on an air worried humility as does a detected erin inal who sees his punishment at han, The little bull came up bristling wit | rage, but made no attack. waiting fc the friendly giant from Long's IT white steer arrived first, and being vainglorious fellow, and noting the sul missive air of Don Quixote, deemed it grand chance to demonstrate his valo never doubting but his master was ne; enough to- grant him aid if he should | pressed too sorely. With this he lowere his horns and charged while yet his ma ; ter was twenty rods away. Now, Dc : Quixote might fear the mammoth, bv the white steer was very different ma 1; ter, so, lowering his frontlet. he at on, beat the coxcomb to the earth snd gore and walked upon him very satisfactol - ly.
 Chang of course hurried to the aid
 his unhappy minion, though I doubt n ' he exulted at the lesson-and attackt - Don Quixote out of hand. This conte was very brief, for Chang threw such fuI and fatal stength into his career tn
 Don Quixote tumbled on the grass ar
 and was made to suffer much of grief al woe e'er he could scramble to his feet al !. fiy. This he at last did, however, u maleTolent little bull coming in and pu cr,ipo, RO,. hoR o x,,.1a c.orfxo