The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-21
BULL FIGHTING IN MEXICO.
Its Revival Makes a Bloody Sunday
Afternoon.
Ten Thousand Persons Gathered at
the Rlng-Human Blood Shed as
Well as the Gore of Beasts-Game
Fighting
From the Boston Herald.

From the Boston Herald.
City of Mexico, May, 26.-In the trans,
on the street, in the cafes, in short,
wherever people gather, one hears the
magic word, "toros, for once again, after
about two years prohibition of ala diver
sion eminentemente nacional," we have
again the splendid, if barbaric, sport of
bull fighting.
With permission from the governor of
the Federal district, big ring has been
built in the pretty suburban town of
Mixcoac, some six miles from the capital.
Ten thousand people may sit comfortably
in the huge amphitheater-as comforta-
bly, as they may in a ring so situated that
there is no real distinction between $50, -
or sun, and "sombra,n or shade. That
was a great piece of neglect, and demon
strates that in constructing bull rings an
astronomer should be consulted.
The first performance took place last
Sunday afternoon, when an immense
throng of people came to Mixcoac on the
tram cars in the little narrow gauge val
ley steam road, and on foot or on horse
back, a typical Mexican Gro wd, full of
fun and good humor, although in the cars
the people were packed like the tradi-
tional sardines. II was a tremendously
hot afternoon, but the enthusiasm was
hotter, for after two years fasting from
delightful sport all the world was wild
for the new glimpse of gaily dressed
toreadors and the keen thrusting, catlike
bulls of Atenco, animals one might be
pardoned for not desiring to encounter
running wild through the streets.
There was great crowd in the ring
and, conspicuous in the throng, the gov
ernor of the federal district, Gen. Rincon
Gallardo, late Mexican minister to Rus
STA, a cultivated cosmopolite; representa-
tives of the aristocratic families of this
city, and high personages of the govern
ment.
If you never have attended a bull fight,
then you know not that thrilling, hushed,
psychological moment just before the
toril, or bull pen, is opened and the first
bull enters. The toreadorS have made
their formal entrance in bright and SPLEEN
did array, have made their bows TO the
president of the occasion, and he has
deigned to permit them torear. All is a
hush of expectancy. 1t is like the quiet
of an August afternoon before the dingy
clouds begin to below with loud thunder
and pour down their loads of black water.
There is something that gives at this mo-
ment certain dignity to the spectacle;
one feels revived within him the old bar
barlc awe felt by our prehistoric ances-
tors when they lay in wait for some fierce
monster of those times, as, perhaps, when
mammoth was to be slain. The red
blood stops in the veins, the warm flesh
feels chilly creepiness pervading it, and
all is eagerness and avidity for the spec
tacle
The chief toreadors of last Sundays
fight were Jose Centeno, Juan Moreno,
nlcknamed Ell Americana" and Leo
poldo Camaleno, well knit supple, valiant
fellows all. At 3:05 o'clock the signal
was given for the entrance of the first
bull. In came through the door, held
cautiously open for his advance, his tau
rine majesty No. l, a tierce-looking Atenco
bull of nimble movement and wicked
look in his eyes He regarded disdain-
fully the vast audience, raised his eyes to
the blue sky, and then gave his heed to
the com batants. A tremendous ugly Gus
toner was this bull, which made so fierce
charge upon FL Americana that the
latter was tossed and gored in the twink
ling of an eye, and was removed APP
parently in dying condition, but,
although by popular report he was dead
three days ago, it appears now that he
will survive, although most painfully
wounded. Thus is again proved the tor
eadors saying; eff we don't die in the
ring, we can survive anything"
Camaleno dispatched this bull after a
skillful contest with the cat-like Afternoon.
But while skirmishing with the bull the
gallant fighter was gored in the leg. He,
however, pluckily held out.
The second bull was apparently wild
animal ready for anything, for he
careered about the ring like frisky colt.
But in reality his sentiments were of the
peaceful and philanthropic sort, and he
seemed TO be saying: II am bull of hui
name instincts, a member of the Uni
versal Peace Society; ] am not for goring
anybody. viii somebody strike up
hymn2" So the good bull was lassoed