The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-08-13
FAMOUS MATADoRs.
Graphic Description of Bull Fight in
Cailao.


1t was at Lima, during the time of the
Oregon's stop at Callao, that l first saw
the famous fighter-and, of course, in the
bull ring.
The great amphitheatre, with its ten
thousand seats, was packed. The best So
ciety OF Lima occupied the boxes; here
and there were foreign ministers and
consuls with their families, while Presi-
dent Pierola, surrounded by his cabinet,
bowed and smiled from the state box OPP
posite the judges stand. 1t was a buzz
zing, cheerful gathering of well-dressed,
orderly people
The ring was immense, and IN its centre
rose low group OF stout posts; a refuge
for the lighters, but planted too closely
for the bull to enter The seats came
down to the edge of the barrier, which
was eight feet high, and at four points on
It's circumference there were crescent
shaped refugees.
The bugle sounded. Fermosilla, primo
espada, came from the arcade below the
judges stand, and throwing his cap to
one side, strodS toward the bull In his
left hand he held the flag, and on it rest
ed the long white blade with its small red
hilt The banderillos were Turing the bull
beneath the presidents box, fitting about
like brilliant, buzzing gnats, and giving
| low quick warnings to each other, Then
| suddenly came silence, and all was still
the teasing cloaks fell In dull folds, and
scarce ten feet before the bull stood the
lnatador. His left arm crossed his chest
and held at his right shoulder the flag
crimson patch in the sunlight, willis
| over the short staff he sighted the fatal
blade. An instant, and with lowered head
| the bull charged; the matador leaned for.
| ward, and the bull passed on beneath his
| arm-passed on, but the crimson hilt
| stood a hand-breadth above and between
| his GhOnldarG He anaIna1 IInhtirt anf
| turned and faced the flag again. A jeel
rose from a gallery. Had the first mata-
dor in America failed? The matadol
raised his hand, proudly impelling silence
he knew his stroke was sure. Calmly hi
walked up to the bull and held the flae
before him, but the dim eyes saw 1t not
then mercifully stretching out his arm
with movement almost too swift to be
followed he drew the weapon from it's
CHASTITY sheath and flung 1t down. The
bull coughed, sank on his knees and rolled
flashed behind the horns and the bull was
dead.
Apparently the matadors made no at
tempt to kill instantly by seyering the
the bull in only one instance fell dead
on receiving the estocada. This was SO
evidently a huke that the matador re-
ceiyed no applause.
streakedJ tan-colored animal and fell to
Hermosilla. The bull fought spiritedly,
and received the sword at fun speed He
stopped instantly, coughed and paved the
ground; the matador retreated before him
and held his flag alluringly; the bull
charged again, but stumbled to one knee;
rising, charged again, coughing, stag
gering, toward the hateful flag, while
the matador, his face all eagerness, re-
treated still. The bull answered the chal-
lenge; the bloody foam dropped from his
lips; but, even on his knees, he struggled
on toward his foe. so grand in his de-
termination one forgot his suffering and
wished that he might live. Then with
one last supreme effort he rose and
lunged headlong. to rise no more, Tori
bios armed hand slid swiftly downward
to the tawny poll, and the brave bull
found peace.
Hermosilla lowered his flag regretfully.
but as If in salute; then Strengthening
his tall figure hekstrode solemnly across
the ring, Rising on his toes he spread
awide his hands and turned his face,
aglow with enthusiasm and entreaty, to-
ward the judges. 1T was a noble bull,
senior" said the senior Judge, "and nobly
fought" Hermosilla smiled pathetically;
II may not die as quickly, excele9cia, "
said he. y can not die more bravely."-
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