The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1903-12-03
THE BULL AND THE GIANT.

The Circus Man. Tells True Story Of
an 1mpetuous Bull and a Calm Giant.
Every now and then, you know"
said the old circus man, '.you see in the
papers a paragraph headed, Chased by
an Infatuated bull 1t is simple little
story, and it always runs about the
same: AS Farmer Jones of West
Cheshire was crossing his pasture lot on
Thursday last he was chased by an in
furiated bull and II goes on to tell how
Farmer Jones barely escaped, and all
that the bull hooking off the top of the
fence just as Farmer Jones went over
it, and so on. A simple little story, sure
enough; and one that we read hun
dred times; but do you know if the
newspapers should stop printing it. I
should miss it greatly? For somehow
that little story has always interested
me very much, and ever since little
experience that the greatest of all
giants had once with an Infatuated hull,
it has interested me more still.
I'VE had a pasture lot right next to
the home lot at the shows winter
quarters, and in that pasture lot we
had at one time bull. The home lot
and the pasture lot stretched from the
house alongside a road. The giant
stepped over the fence between the
home lot and the pasture lot one day
to make cut ACROSS the pasture to a
point down the road, and just as he'd
got pretty near across somebody back
in the home lot hollers out to him. Hey
Lofty The bull' The bull, down in
one corner, had spied the giant max
ing across the pasture, and 1t started
for him at once. 1t didn't make any
difference to the bull how big the giant
was; you can't scare mad bull. Did
the giant start and run away from 1t?
He could have done 1t easy; but he
didn't stir peg. He just stood still till
the bull was about 10 feet from him, and
then he sidestepped just one step. which
was equal to three steps of an ordinary
man, and stood stock still again; and
when the bull turned around to follow
him, and just as he was ready to spring,
the giant took him by the horns. He
gave the bull a swing and swung him
clean off the ground and up and
around his head and swung him twice
like q hammerthrower swinging ham
mer before he throws it, and then he
launched the bull into the air. And the
bull went sailing over the pasture fence
and over the road. and over the fence
beyond, and-disappeared!
but it didn't take long to find him..
On that property across the road there
was an abandoned quarry that had been
quarried out to the depth of about six
ty feet, and had about ten feet Of water
In the hole at the bottom, and the bull
had dropped into that quarry; and here
he was when we got over and looked
down the sides, swimming around in
the water down below. Well, we got
out some OF our tent tackle that had
been stored for the winter and got the
bull out and put him back in the pas
ture lot where he frisked around as
gayly as ever, what you call defeated,
but not dismayed; and he'd have
charged on the giant again in a minute
If the giant had set out to cross the lot
again. But that was something the gil
ant never tried to do. He was man Of
sense, the giant, and he knew that 1t
was doubtful the next time he threw
him, whether the bull would come down
in as soft a spot as a pool Of water, and
he didn't want to hurt the bull, and SO
the giant and the bull never met again
But that one meeting between them, as
you can easily imagine. gave me a new
interest in the tirne-honored little story
that we see in the papers every now
and then under the heading Of Chased
by an Infuriated Bull and every time Z
read It think of what happened when
the bull chased not Farmer Jones, but
the greatest Of all giants. Chicago In
ter Ocean.