The Savannah morning news., 1903-12-15
THE BULL AND THE GIANT.
The Circus Man Tells n True story
of an ImpetuOus Bull and "A Calm
(sfaut.
From the Chicago Inter ocean.


From the Chicago Inter Ocean.
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 a 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
Infatuated bull and it goes on to tell
how Farmer Jones barely escaped, and
all that, the bull hooking off the top
rail of the fence just as Farmer Jones
went over it, and so on. A simple
little story. sure enough: and one
that we've read hundred times; but
do you know if the newspapers should
stop printing it. / should miss it great
ly? For somehow that little story has
always interested me very much, and
ever since a little experience that the
greatest of all giants had once with an
Infatuated bull, 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 a bull. The home lot
and the pasture lot stretched from the
house alongside a road. The giant step.
ped over the fence between the home
lot and the pasture lot one day to make
a short cut across the pasture to
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
in gacross the pasture, and it started
for him at once. II 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
it? He could have done it easy; but
he didn't stir peg. He just stood
still till the bull was about ten feet
from him, and then he side-stepped
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
great 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 so
twice, like a hammer-thrower swing
ing a hammer 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-disap-
pearedi
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
sixty 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 pasture 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
minute if the giant had set out to
cross the. lot again. But that was
something the giant never tried to do.
He was a man of sense, the giant,
and he knew that it was doubtful the
next time The 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 agaiut. But
that one meeting between them, as
you can easily imagine, gave me a
new interest in the -honored little
story that we see in the papers every
now and then under the heading of
Chased by an Infatuated BULL and
every time 1 read it l think of what
happened when the bull chased not
Farmer Jones, but the greatest ofall
giants"