The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-04-13

who furnish the white blood of the Next
can republic.
Mentioning again the bull fight referred
to above, which was such a ferocious at
fair, it may interest the reader to read
about fight OF a very different character
which took place on Mexican soil little
over ten years ago and which was one
of the funniest affairs, undoubtedly, which
ever convulsed an International audience.
IL was during the closing months of the
second great San Diego boom" when all
sorts of expedients to attract and keep the
attention of people were resorted TO by the
real estate men. One house which made
a speciality of outside property had bought
largely in and about Tia Juana, some
twenty or thirty miles southeast Of San
Diego and just across the International
boundary line between California and Mex
leo and decided that bun fight should
be fought there to attract attention.
Flaming posters were, issued and the pa
pers were filed with advertisements of
the forthcoming event by which the In
formation was vouchsafed that several
Mexican fighters, a renowned Spanish mat
ador and a couple of particularly fierce
and savage bulls would appear in grand
fight in celebration of the Mexican ma
tional holiday.
TIA Juana" sounds very llmpid In the
Sjanish, but translated into English IL Is
serlo-comic-"Aunt Jane II Is small
river meanderng around adjacent to the
border line between Mexico and Gods
country" as our people call II lovingly af-
ter they have been in Mexico awhile, first
in California, then in Mexico, and so on;
and it Is also the name of little town
just over the border In Mexico-the queer
est little town ii was in those days. A
little one-story adobe custom house shone
brightly In the hot September sunshine,
and few struggling adobe houses stretch
ed along in q southorly direction on oppo-
site sides of an imaginery street, while
here and there some American who had
invested in town lot or two as a starter
was putting up a smart frame house
against the time when the yankees would
own The place And few hundred rods
away toward the mountains nesting to
the northeast of picturesque Table noun
tain one OF the notable figureheads OF
Northwestern Mexico, about which hover
legends Of its having been a mount of sac
riice OF the ancient Aztecs-here IL was de-
cded the bull fight should take place. A
lot Of good lumber was spoiled for the
event. A high board fence was erected all
about the chosen spot, and tier after tier
OF seats was put in, till the place looked
Ike a third-rate circus ground-without
the. canvas. Really, II looked about as
much like a typical bull fighting ring as
does one of the newly erected shambles
in the stock yards.
The day came-and the crowd. too. Ev-
erybody who could get vehicle Of any
kind utilized IL, and omnibuses hay wag-
ons, hacks. and everything capable of hav-
ing a horse or horses-or mules-hitched
to il, was in use on that day. The string
of these vehicles headed from San Diego,
National City and the lesser towns about,
over the dusty roads down toward the
Mexican line. WAS q gfohf for ono rot,ar
TO forget II he saw H. Probably nothing
just like IL. had ever been seen before or
ever will be again.
The hour came, and the people were in
their seats-laughing, shouting, jabberng
IN Spanish, Mexican, Indian, as though the
scene about the Tower of Babel were being
enacted again. There was little English
spoken, because the Americans were awed
into silence by The polyglot scene.
The first bull was brought in, and he
looked upon the scene In establishment
rather than anger A red rag was shaken
before his eyes and he looked amazed.
horse dashed down upon him, and he dodg-
ed TO one side very briskiy. His TANKS
were pricked with the point Of a sword
and he shook his head and roared. SO did
the crowd They thought the sport was
coming. But the bun looked back at the
entrance TO the ring through which he
had just come, and dashed for IT, il having
been left open by mistake. The crowd roar
ed and jeered. Another bull was brought
out The red rag did not bulge him. a
prick in the flank brought forth a roar,
but of fright rather than anger and he
turned facing the people and beloved till
his voice was drowned in the roar OF the
crowd This was for him the last straw
in the way of fright, and he dashed toward
a low spot in the fence. leaped over It in a
manner that would have done credit to
"A Texas steer. and the last seen of him
he was trotting away in an unconcerned
manner toward the mountains.
How did the crowd get back to San
Diego? No description could possibly do
justice to the scene. 1t was the greatest
farce-comedy ever seen in that region
or any other.