The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-05-27

swerved in front Of the horse tripped him
and horse and rider fell in a confused heap.
did not rise The horsemen quickly sur
rounded him and the spectators watched
the group on the sandy track The laugh
ter and the cheers had ceased end there
was great hush, broken only by half
whispered comments. But the injury was
sports went on. which he of the broad
sombrero, blue jacket and green trousers
could only watch from the seat of a car
rage.
BURROs AND BRONCHOS
Quite a change was the riding of the lit
tie burros by the Indians, and it was very
amusing. for some of the stubborn ami
mails laid down and refused to go at all.
and some went the wrong way. They rode
a quarter of mile. and then each drove
his burro back with great trouble and
shouting. This was an agreeable diversion,
as there was no danger, only great fun.
The foremost burro. far ahead and within
ten feet of the judges stand and victory,
deliberately turned around and went back,
IN spite of his driver. i. was too bad.
Broncho- breaking was next in order, and
eleven horses were driven from their cor
raj down to the pen. They were innocent.
taken from an Eastern horse farm for any
trace of mustang or broncho blood in their
appearance Fifty dollars was the prize for
the vaquero who rode these wild, untamed
horses the best. Slowly riding round the
pen. with the wary band trotting past MIN,
ly around his head, each competitor Sc
lected the one he wished to ride. The loop
settled quietly over the head of the startled
horse. a turn around the high pommel OF
the saddle. a tightening OF the coil around
the broncho's neck, and he was brought to
a full stop. facing his captor and breathing
with difficulty. Now the unexcelled skill
of the grand marshal was shown. With
slowly swinging RATA he watched till
ground, and at once the loop of the RATA
caught 1t and the horse was thrown. The
vaquero was quickly at his head. leaving
taut. while he slipped bit into the bron-
cho's mouth and a blind over his eyes.
He was then led out on the track, the sad
Only one objected much to this, and he
struck and kicked viciously. But when the
man. was on the saddle and. leaning for
ward, raised the blind from its eyes, the
bronchos all objected In the one way pos
SHELBY bucking. And how they did buck.
with head down and feet feet set stiff all
quietly and easily as could be, even smok-
Ing cigarettes, and swinging and beating
uneasy mounts to keep them going. Well.
they tired them out. but one horse was
very bad, and had a hard fight to unseat
broncho busting" in western pariance,
and must be injurious, as few years Of
this business is apt to bring on hemorrhage
I
BULL TEASING.
There had been a weary spectator Of
this fun-Don Antonio Mendoza, of Mex
leo. What was all this breaking of wild
horses to him. the rider Of bulls? Wait
till he entered the bull pen; the applause
would be longer and louder than this The
judges had sent word to him to go home
and to bed. What did it matter to them
if he had taken a drink of the fiery mescal
to beguile the time Of waiting? The time
Of waiting was long,, He was there to
climbed the fence Of the pen. There was
a gentle swish through the air; the loop of
a a RATA dghten,esd over his shoui .1 ana
the track by the side OF his captor. He
expostulated In vain Was he. Mendoza,
and soon he was prisoner in one of the
horse pens. The judges explained that the
promised fight could not come off, as Men
assistants would show some sport in teas.
Ing and taunting the bull. big roam Dur,
the p @S in nav lively manner at first. He
charged on the gay blankets shaken in hts
face, while the owners slipped behind the
snorts of defiance like the exhaust from a
steam pipe. and paved sand and shook
ns chng Of us ne he could no
catch. and no. shaking of red blankets or
haunting could induce him TO charge. He
sheep. A dummy man was dragged in,
but when he had knocked 1t over twice
It again So he Was dsms sd and big
steer replaced him, who showed more. fight
than he. A great. dun-colored animal was
ing blood; his horns were wide and very
sharp. and the first thing done was TO
Ss nns Se was the sd tsd
a horse. and only expert horsemanship
saved the animal, and one shuddered as the
Hanks Hank No o one would Haunt t red Blanket
in his face, and the sports for the day
The sports of the last day were the same,
but had smaller attendance The chicken
pulling, which consisted of burying a
chicken all but his head. a prize being CIV
head while at full speed, was objected to
by the agent for the society with the long
the chickens neck. But no rider was sue.
cessful even then, and the chicken could
safely have taken chances The agent.
5ected to the use Of the banderillos. or
sharp-pointed little barbs with bright
streamers, used to irritate bulls. and they
bull, who bucked nearly as bad as the
bronchos and, throwing his horns about,
sharp points. But there was no real fight,
though this one was very ugly, and quick,
and agile, chasing the assistant in his gay
garments with a. swiftness that made him
decide to throw no more blankets in the
bulls face.
So the show is over at last, and in many
respects 1t did not come up to expectations.
Much was omitted, the fitting at rings and
the hurdle racing, the first of which, with
the picturesque costumes might have been
very attractive and amusing, and there
was lack of promptness also. But it is
proposed, to repeat 1T next year, and If
you are here for the winter and like horse
manship and active sports, don't be de-
tered by the name, but go. 1t was all
too bad about the chicken. but the agent
at fault in that. The ministers will
see that the agent is there, and after all
an American audience in Roman amphi-
theater would have changed the character
Of the spectacle completely, and there is
no danger Of the extreme cruelty of the
old Spanish sports being revived here.