The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-07-03

surreu Dy thrustS with pointed And
barbed bamboo spears His ire il q
last aroused He is paving the ground.
and now that the tiger has once more
been driven into lis immediate vicinity
ne makes vicious lurch at his foe. but
retreats before the snarling, crouchinp
beast, which shows its teeth. The buf-
falo shakes his lead in an uncertain.
mystified way and glances to right and
lett OF him Now the tiger makes d
spring, the buffalo avoids him, and the
tiger is only able "a seize the horns. to
which he clings, howess5. 1t is time to
rid himself OF this burden. Lifting his
compact head with it's load, the buffalo
strains the steel-like muscles OF his
neck so that they stand out like
a solid lump, and a second later he
has hurled the tiger to the ground.
right in the center Of the arena, After
this frst round the buffalo has
both moro confidence in his own
strength and becomes more vicious.
The tiger is greeted by the multitude
with kissing or gurgling sound OF dis
approval, while his stout adversary gets
such encouraging phrases as sNee-dahl''
"Ha-da" and .'Salbangap' (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 tho pointed horns once more,
proudest crown that steer ever wore.
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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, tho bull on
his knees and his horns dig into the
tiger again and again and again.
The tiger lay there like deadH His
breast was ripped open and the blood
runs from him. His pierced lungs
| breathe with difficulty A tremor runs
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 burrows are
visible on his neck. One Of his ears Is
| torn into shreds. Tho blood runs off
| his tanks in rivulets. But he is still
game, and none of his vitals 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 the motionless tiger,
who suddenly deals him vicious,
powerful blow, which tears out a por.
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resumes his walk in.-a--effcle. Once
more he shifts. A second blow hits him
in the eye and tears it out. His pa
thence is exhausted, and once more he
begins to work away on the til
ger. There is an indistinguishable
heap of these two. There is much
kicking, drilling, snarling, growl-
| ing and painting The tiger
has come to anchor on the neck of the
bull, and with his teeth he snaps at
him. The bull nails him to the ground
4 quivering sides again and again, and yet
again. In his pain and rage the tiger
seizes one of the 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
l. 4 IN, 1a tha nj unrHS-
ial lives in this huge cats mutilated
body, for though torn and lacerated SO
that it rcsembled more bleeding mass
of raw flesh than an animal, it still
breathed and fought and scratched and
bit.
! had seen enough. l left. Before
my eyes there was vail of blood. The
cactus leaves we're running with blood,
and the beautiful foliage of the pisang
showed big stains of gore. From the
long arms of the maringin tree hung
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 a
tiger and an unframed buffalo.
The end Of the fearful combat was
told me afterward. Burning pitch had
been dropped on the tiger and buffalo,
and boiling water had been thrown on
them until they had again renewed the
izfight-And at last when the tiger was
really dead it had been dragged around
in the arena
Such is popular amusement on the
island of Java.-Wolf won Schierbrand,
in Chicago Herald.