Milford chronicle., 1895-05-03
A BACK DISTRICT MATA6oR.
He vanquished an Angry Bull Single
Handed and Thought Nothing Of 1t.

He Vanquished Angry Bull Single
Handed and Thought Nothing Of 1t.
"You can find men equal to handling
wild cattle without going to the western
ranges, " said Gotham sportsman. II
saw a young Pennsylvania farmer tackle
an ugly bull last September and get the
better Of him in great shape. For down
right nerve and readiness his performance
] beat anything that ever came under my
observation. It occurred in a country dis
I tricr, known as the Rock Hill neighbOr-
/ hood, among the foothills Of the Allie
| ghanies, where / was passing a fortnight's
| vacation.
4 II was going along the road afoot one
morning ON my way to a stream where 1
expected to find some good bass fishing. 1
passed an unusually neat looking farm
house. and n quarter Of a mile beyond met
the owner driving yoke Of oxen. He was
a pleasant faced, stalwart young fellow,
who handled his good stick like a wand
and he gave me CHEEKY good morning
as we passed. A half minute later heard
tho believing of an angry bull and
child's voice screaming in the pasture on
the left Of tho road. A little girl was run
ming toward US, and after her came bull,
a big white Durham, with short thick
horns, who was cutting pace that would
bring him to the child before she could get
half way to tho fence. A little red cape
that she was wearing had excited the bulls
anger.
II started for the pasture, but the young
farmer was ahead Of me. Keeping hold Of
his goad stick with one hand, he placed the
other on the upper rail, vaulted over the
fence as lightly as a trained gymnast, and
ran like Geer for the child. He got to
her just as the bull, about 90 feet behind
her, lowered his head and broke into gal
lop. Without stopping, the farmer caught
the red cape from her shoulders and leaped
in toward the bull two or three PAGES
more then shecrcd to one side, shaking the
cape toward tho animal as he ran. The
bull, with his eyes fixed ON the red CLOTH
turned as sharply as he could to follow it
and chased The young man, who ran in
direction to lead him away from the child
For so heavy an animal, the bull handled
himself with wonderful quickness, and
though he lost a little ground in turning,
he soon Overhauled the farmer, who, at
the last moment, filced him and jumped to
one side, at the same time thrusting the
red cloth in front of the animal. The |
short, sharp horns tapped the garment up |
ward as the bull rushed by, and the farm |
ran for a tree a short distance away, the |
cape thrown back over his shoulder. The |
bull set out after him, and by that time I /
had reached the child and was getting her /
to the fence.
after had got the little girl safely |
over tho fence I turned to see how things |
were going in the pasture. Tho farmer
was playing game Of tag with the bull
and the tree, and he called to me that he
was all right and to stay where 1 was.
The tree was a maple 2 fcet in diameter,
and, do the best he could, the bull couldn't
get round the tree fast enough to overtake
the man or stretch his neck enough to
reach him with his horns Tho farmer had
kept hold Of the goad stick all the time,
and as the bull thrust his head to one side
or the other Of the trunk he received the
sharp brad in his nose or blow from tho
heavy butt on the tip Of his horn, both very
sensitive places in horned cattle. The bull
got tired Of tho game first and backed
away a few steps, shook his head and
seemed to fall to thinking. Presently no
took mouthful of grass to help his medi-