Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-09-16
KILLED BY THE BULL.
an BYE WITNESS DESCRIBES TBS BULL
FIGHT
In Which Espartero Lost His L~ite-Spain's Most
Famous TOreadOr-Thousands Of People
Came From All Parts Of the Country to At
tend the Funeral.

happened to be in Madrid in May
last when one of SPANS greatest torea-
dors-the most famous by all odds-was
killed just under my eyes and those OF
thousands of excited spectators, by an
Infatuated bull. Never before had /
witnessed such a revolving spectacle.
Like all foreigners going to Spain, l
thought l was bound to see one or these
bull fights, just as one should see Mag
ara Falls or the Pyramids in Egypt. /
have never yet met a person not born a
SDauiard who, after witnessing o1sSpT
these fights, did not pronounce it GGAst
brutal spectacle. Cock fights, prize
fights or dog fights are decent sports
compared with it..
Several Americans. sold me that the
sight sickened them so that for days
they could neither eat nor sleep. 1t is
needless TO say that l was not wise
enough to take the advice Of those who
had Witnessed the scene, and this Is
whyrone fine Sunday l found myself
driving to the Plaza de Torros, situated
"a little outside of the city. This drive
was undoubtedly one Of the most Inter
esting l have ever experienced. Going
to the Epson Derby or TO the Grand
| de Paris is quiet compared to it.
The fight al ways begins at four In the
afternoon, bat as early as one O'Clock
thousands OF vehicles, carriager, emni-
bnses. coaches, %diligences of all shapes,
colors and description becin to lineup on
the Puerta del Sol. Nowhere else
could such q collection of rolling con-
Cana ara or lppQf a
century old, and many were In use be-
tween Madrid and other cities before
the railroads were built.
VISION OF HI PAST.
The sight of them gives one a vision
of the past, Of the hard and SLOW but
DELIGHTFULLY."- picturesque travelling In
dusty coaches over bad roads; a vision
of Quaint inns In the villages and OF
masked brigands in the mountains; OF
those times we now despise and would
regret should we know more about
them: the time when there was some
thing really exciting about travelling,
when railroads aad sleeping cars were
unknown and one did not Ind a COOKS
agency at every Garner.
As it is, these thousands OF vehicles
10 be seen on the streets OF Madrid on
Sunday are attached either TO horses or
mules, oftener mules, from two TO nine
of them to each carriage, according to
its size.
The harness is always OF bright
colored leather, and the coaches, horses,
mules and the drivers coat and hats
ornamented with flags, flowers and rib
bous. At three O'Clock every seat is
already taken, every carriage packed,
and then they all start on a wild race
TO the Plaza, amid the cracking OF the
whips, the shouting Of the drivers, the
wild clamor of the people, and the
~deafening noises Of the many
bands. Horses, mules and sometimes
donkeys, gallop and gallop, seemingly
as anxious to get there first as the peo-
pie themselves. But these strange
vehicles are not the only ones rushing
forward. There are also many cabs,
and fine private carriages, among which
those Of State Ministers and foreign
Ambassadors, with coachmen and foot
men covered with gold lace, are promi-
pent. The whole scene is exciting and
exhilarating.