The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-04-22

a lawyer, Charley a business man, and
an engineer; but such ideas never
entered Pablo's head. I don't believe
he ever once thought even whether he
would continue herding cattle all his
life, but just went on doing it without
thinking anything at all.
$50, you see, Pablo and had con-
tempt for each other, and after awhile
we kept apart as entirely as we could.
He was very kind and hospitable,
though, and always took care that 1
got the best of everything, and didn't
run into danger, which was very like
ly to do because of by habit of taking
long walks about the country alone.
"This was another thing Pablo
couldn't understand--why any sensible
person should ever walk a step when
he could just as we'll ride, and especial
ly why he should enjoy doing it. 1 be-
lieve he used to think me little out
of mind when he saw me starting out
for ten or fiftecn-mile tramp; and,
indeed, it wasn't exactly wise thing
on my part, for 1 ran more or less risk
every time L went, OH account of the
cattle, and particularly one old bull,
called EEL Sacudidor' Ohe 'thrower' or
'tosser).
''This bull had killed several horses,
and severely injured two or three
vaqueros; but Don Moreno wouldn't
hear Of his being killed and even re-
fused to let them saw off his horns.
This was because the bull was pure
Spanish, like the don, who seemed to
think that miserable, half-breed Next
cans ought to feel highly honored if
u real old Spanish bull found any pleas
ure in goring them.
''The animal generally pastured in a
certain place at some distance from the
house; yet you never could tell when
he might take a fancy to go charging
all over the ranch, attacking everything
that came in his way; for, though bulls
are not always savage, they have crazy
spells. during which they seem to en-
joy doing mischief, and would rather
kill man than not.
Zone morning l was going through
long, deep ravine-a favorite walk of
mine-when l heard a sort of putting
noise, and great rafting of gravel.
Looking up, what should see but FL
Sacudidor coming around bend about
30 yards in front of me. head down,
tail up. and evidently just as full of
ugliness as he could hold. Good gra-
cious, what savage brute he loolled!
And what a place that was to meet him
in! The walls of the ravine went up
almost perpendicularly and, being of
conglomerate-earth and gravel mixed
together-a monkey couldn't have
climbed them, while the path wasn't
and right in the middle of it the bull
was coming down upon me at quick
trot.
Boys, TO say that I was frightened
is nothing. If anybody's hair ever
actually stands on end, mine did then;
and every drop of blood in me seemed
turned into pins and needles, was so
terrified. l hadn't a weapon of any
sort, not even a knife--though that
didn't matter, for nothing short of q
heavy rifle would have saved me, and
perhaps that wouldn't.
fortunately, had sufficient pres
ence of mind left not to run. stood
my ground, and thus gained few Sec
onds, for Ell Sacudidor stopped short
on seeing me, and began believing and
tearing up the ground with his horns,
while he tried TO make out what was.
"You see he was not accustomed 10
the sight of a man on foot. and very
likely had never seen one before, which
slightly puzzled and made him doubt
full as to how he should act. If I had
been on horseback. he wouldn't have
wasted much time in accommodating.
81 tell you, fellows, he was most
Notwithstanding beast, with his red
eyes, great nostrls, and horns sharp as
spears, with the foam hanging from
his mouth in long ropes. The bulls we
have east are no more like him than a
house cat is like Bengal tiger.
ITO see those horns dig up the hard
earth as if it had been cheese, and to
think that in another minute they
would be coming down on me like an
SNpiSoS tAoIhs WIFI VI pOuuUS
of solid flesh to push them along, was
something I can't attempt to make you
realize. 1t was simply horrible!
Suddenly the bull threw up his tail,
gave loud below and sprang forward
with his horns almost touching the
ground.
II had shut my eyes and given up all
hope, when something struck me in tie
face-the moose of lasso. Looking up,
I saw Pablo Moreno checking his horse
upon the very brink of the bank above,
SO close that the animals feet crumbled
the edge.
"'Put the lasso under your arms!
Quick! quick!' screamed Pablo
"His gesture told me what TO do. and
running close to the wall. passed thu
moose around my shoulders.
"'Hold on TO it, called Pablo. ant
I was drawn up into the air just as F.
Sacudidor Numbered beneath me with
a toss of his head which sent one of his