The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1897-01-17

charges one Of the nimbie footed
fellows, who runs behind the barri-
cades TO escape instant death.
We have not noticed those little
bandilleros, which stick into his
shoulders. They are turturing him
beyond endurance. At mis- every
step they sink into the flesh still
further, and the blood flows quite
free. The same tactics are kept up
Tor a long time, until the horsemen,
two in number, come into sight.
The little horses are really unfit for
this terrible slaughter. So small are
they, that the saddle almost covers
them. In front, a whole side Of
sole leather is fastened to protect
them from the thrusts of the bull.
The picadors carry long poles in
their hands, and at the attack OF the
bull, push him of Cif the horse is
strong enough In some rare cases
it has been accomplished, but now
as the bull rushes from one Of the
mantle men to the poor little blind
folded cavayo, there is breathless
silence. An ugly thud, and man and
horse are tossed into the air with
ease. The Mexicans applaud the
bull, with Bravo Toro, and the hull
continues his bloody work; goring
right and left, and never missing his
mark. Tie is crazed and nothing but
death, for them or he, will satisfy.
With compassion for the poor horses
seemingly, the bull tries his horns on
the man, who has released himself,
and is running for the barricades.
IL is close race, but luckily for him,
he gets there. The bull does not re-
new the attack on the horse, with
swelling sides, and bloody neck, he
stands, the victor, thus far.
Then the less lucky horse is dragg-
ed out, and the sport is renewed.
The smallest man in the party ap-
proaches the animal with two gayIy
decorated Bandileros in his hands.
His is the cat-step. IL is soft and
nimble. lie has n grim look OF ex-
pected success on his sinister fea-
lures. FAN the crowd; holds its
breath. The bull seeing him aIi-
proach, seems astonished. lie bel
lows, throws up his big head in de-
fiance, and slings a hoof or two OF
dust over his head.
On comes the man, awaits, the
bulll II is really awe inspiring, the
hostile demonstration of man and
beast. At last the bull plunges at
the man, who steps aside painting
like, and stabs the little agony deal
ing instruments into his shoulder.
Believing with renewed tortures and
euraged, beyond imagination, the
animal turns, and pursucs his tor
mentor into the corner, where there
is no place of escape. snow good
people, We shall see sport" says
one, and sure enough we will, il il
can be called that. The blanched
face of the man is an index to the
terror he feels. The bull rushes at
him & d he tries to dodge but ii is
too late, those polished horns are
dripping with his blood. They did
not strike n vital spot, but have
caused some pain. The crowd yells
out its approval, by exultant shouts,
and the bull fighters use every effort
to detract the attention of the bull.
Finally, it is accomplished. The
man is freed, and is taken into the
big gates, sore and weak, quit unlike
the man who came into the arena an
hour ago.
This is sickening business. Our
ladies are getting sick. Their faces
are blanched, and each heart is beat
ing wildly. But the last act of the
bloody drama is soon TO be enacted
and we shall go back The bull has
not lost any Of his spirit, so the
Espada is called into requisition.
He is the man who telegraphs the
soul of the bull into its last resting
place, where bulls never more suffer
in the arena.
lie is n handsome fellow this bull
fighter, the ladies all admire him.
lie doffs his hat, and with the same
sinister expression, which charac-
terizes all of the fighters, he walks
into the way of the bull. The sword
of the Espada is covered carelessly
with a red cape, which hides from
the bull the instrument of death.
The bull looking with some degree
of scOrn at his latest adversary,
throws up the dirt, and looks rs il
he was quite ready for the act TO
commence.
On comes the Espada, parrying the
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