The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-02-18

gaily decorated bartis they tainted the
bull to charge. SO far the sympathy of
the Americans had been altogether with
~the..horses, but now they felt for the poor
bull.
The animal charged headlong at one of
his capeless prosecutors. A quick step
that would nave done credit to Corbett
or Fitzsimmons and slash went the barbs
into the bulls shoulders. The pain ex-
asperated the animal 10 the last degree.
Charge followed charge, without other re-
suit than to tire the plucky beast.
At the proper time the bugle sounded
for the final act-that of killing the bull
"ChatiIloo was the doomsman. With his
red cape about his arm and his long
sword cleaning in his right hand, he
saluted the Governor and made a speech.
after which he faced the bull. BY this
time a great many spectators had left.
All about the ring were women and child
rem, who were i'll and white faced.
"Chatiilo," was not very high up In
ance. The bull put his back against the
fence, glared at his tormentors, and re-
fused to bulge till the pressure became
SO great.he could not help it. Suddenly
he charged "Chatillo." The long sword
fi. "MsIo and no m nsi ! ..Bsaw Badw
shrieked the crowd.
Another stab, another bungle, and the
crowd began to jeer. These Mexicans are
well I'D in the lofty art of bull killing.
"Muerto toro" ''Muerto toro!' was the
cry.
ued to bungle and hack and butcher. Ii
was useless. On the fourth attempt he
gave 1t up.
Two mounted vaqueros came 10, lassoed
the bull and threw him down. The rest
was easy. The espada took a small, sharp
knife, thrust it just behind the horns,
and ell toro breathed his last. 1t was a
botch, and even the most inartistic Mex
leans said so.
The next bull, after killing one horse,
MORALLY wounding another, and almost
going for a picadore, was dispatched in
a workmanlike manner by ''Saltias."
The third bull was the most savage of
the lot. He lifted u horse and a picadore
ON his horns fully four feet in the cir, and
rolled them over, staobing the prostrete
animal again and again. On the Hnal
stab his horn went through the stivrup
leather, grazing the picadore's leg, and
the bull hung fast and could not extri-
cate itself.
Everybody thought the picadore was
killed. He was lying still, covered with
dust and bathed in blood. The toreadors
rallied around like hounds baying a stag.
They grabbed the BULBS horns, dragged
him away and fled for their lives. One Of
them pulled The dead horse away and lift
ed the picadore to his feet. He iourished
his sombrero weakly and the crowdc cheer
ed.
This bull was "game'' to the last. With
the matador's sword through its lungs it
fought and staggered, and staggered and
fought, until the mists of death blinded
its eyes and the Tapping capes could lure
its red horns no longer. Then it fell
down and died.
To a chorus of "Bravo ell Toro,' a
fourth bull fought, bled and died like
its predecessors, and then the crowd went
away, the Mexicans joyful and hilarious,
and the visiting sporting men choked and
stagnated and heavy al heart, almost i'll.
And SO bull fighting flourishes, yet box
ing, which is forbidden by edict In Mex
leo, and which has cloggeo the great
wheels of the American nation, is too
brutal to be permitted.