The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-05-06
FIGHT IN THAT STEERS EYES.
he LEAPED FROM A PYRAMID
or OTHER STEERS OVER A WALL.


Then He Looked for Trouble and Red Rags
and Found BOth-Bullets He Didn't
Mind So Much as Rap on His Horns
connolly tho Cop ApOstrophi1es Him.
They we're driving steers yesterday
morning from the pens Of the Lehtgh
railroad stoclyards at Jersey City 10 the
obutes which lead into the Gait leships
hound for England Four hundred wild
longborns, Texas bred and Kansas fattened,
were crowding and stamping down
narrow passageway, guarded on either
side by a six foot plank wall. There
arose one Of the sudden unAooountable
panics TO which half wild cattle are subject.
A big red steer turned his flank against
the onr,ish Of the herd. waved his horned
head and beloved. The herd hesitated.
sureed forward before the whips Of the
drivers and piled up in tangle Of waving
horns and scrambling legs. little, 1.-THE,
black steer, with horns like great ivory
bodkins, leaped in panic TO the crest OF
the bunch. There with a dozen points
prickng him from behind and solid mass
OF cattle before him, he made for the only
possible outlet. He gave one wild jump,
cleared the board wall and tumbled into
the Lehigh yards a, free unt rammeled steer,
up against q proposition entirely new to
him, but wild for panic and mad for
hRht. In the general panic the busy
berders never missed him.
The workmen about the yards are not
Judges Of cattle. II they had been they
would have seen in his slender legs, his
long 1.-THE barrel and his delicate horns,
thai curved forward instead Of sidewise,
the blood Of the MEXICAN fighting bulls
a blood which like the bull strain in dogs,
carries { he instinct TO fight and keep on
fighting as long as there IS sight and motion.
Billy Kennedy, the fagTnan at the Lehigh
crossing. is no judge of cattle. He had
seen the steer le p over the wall and stand
there his tongue lolling. his eyes red his
cloven black hoof tearing cinders from the
track Billy ran forward, waving his bundle
OF flags. The red flag unwrapped itself
from its star and tapped in the breeze.
The black steer stopped his paving
gathered himself and charged. Kennedy
lust had time 70 mp thro Oh the open door
OF the svltchhouse and siam il tight when
100 pounds Of wild, corn-fattened steer
smashed against the door. II shook, but
IL held. The steer circled round the
house, believing and tearing at the door
mat An express train flashed by Just
then. Nhen Kennedy got courage TO look
out Of the window his steer stood in the
middle Of the tracks, trying TO tear up tie
with his hoofs and believing his opinion OF
q foe that wouldn't stand and fight. From
his OF horn hung streamer OF the door
mat.
In lot beyond the track a picked up
team Of boys was playing hockey and one
old-cat. Into the midst Of these burst
bellowing, black devil, charging this way
and that In the trail Of small boys who we're
vanishing into a culvert or scrambling
into an engine room near by. The steer
trotted back 20 the center Of the field, mon
arch Of Jersey City. There he tore first
base into flinders, threw dust with his fore
feet until his shiny black hide was gray
and muddy, and wallowed in the hole with
his chest and neck just to show how blame
very much he wanted a fight.
Policeman Flaherty saw the steer dispOTt-
ing himself in the baseball grounds and
Jaw the workmen about the yards seeking
the tops OF freight cars. He telephoned
70 the Communipaw station for the re-
serves Sergt. Gus Hottie sped 10 the scene'
with the patrol wagon and six cops.
The steer saw them coming down johnson
avenue. Here was something TO fight.
He lifted himself from his wallov, raised
his tail and charged. The police driver
pulled up the horses. The steer came on,
head down.
The cops unlimbered and fired. The
first volley missed. At the second the
steer staggered from two bullets in his
shoulder, but still he came on. Hottie
fred again, striking the wild, black devil
In his neck, just as he struck the horses.
His head swerved and he hit the team with
his breast, rolling them over. Vessels
the driver, jumped down and grabbed
the bits. In another second the horses, the
steer and Vessels were as tangled as II In
Afootball scrimmage. The oops hesitated
20 shoot for fear Of hitting man or horses
Policeman Connolly jumped into the mel
with his club, smashing with all bis might
It the slender curving horns.
As II happened, that was just the thing
10 do. The one thing steer cannot stand,
even when he is blood mad, is a crack on
u. -. - Il I.aH
instant he had new target for his rage.
From the engine house by the tracks, two
workmen in red shirts stepped out to see
the night He was of in another charge.
One workman ducked into the engine
room. The other started TO run and fell
fat. II was the luckiest fall he ever had.
The wild Texan numbered on over him,
dipping an ankle as he passed, and was
Cd down the track, charging az shadows
Blood was dripping over his dusty hide,
blood stained the foam on his lips, but on
he went at a dog trot, shaking his head
and believing.
The wagon could not follow along the
track, but switch engine came along
Just then. Hottie and Connolly com
man6esred Il and jumped aboard. II drew
opposite the steer. He wheeled and hesi-
tsted, wondering whether &c, charge this
monster. The police opened fire. Two
more bullets struck him, With pierced
lung he coughed, swayed and. turning,
struck a staggering trot across the open,
made land toward Backtown.
The reserves left the wagon and fol.
lowed on foot. The baseball boys and
the workmen, seeing that the plains terror
was nearly done for. left their perches
and joined in. harrying him with sticks
and stones Twice he turned and tore
up the earth again. The police did not
dare fire for fear Of shooting into the crowd.
Both times the steer staggered as though
10 charge, thought better Of II and con-
tinued bis weaving trot toward the water.
He was coming 10 DOGGY ground row.
His feet SINK He wheeled; his enemies
were strung in semicircle about him.
He stood for a moment, licking at his
wounds. gathered his nerve into its last
cartridge gave a below that faded II %
cough and mode his fir al rush. II e
police, orouchinR behind pile Of ties gave
him the stroke Of grace. He sank 10 his
knees and plu, ged over in the mud.
Policeman Corrolly is Irish ard lows
q fighter. To him was allotted the duty
Of seeing the corpse aboard the dead wa gon.
TWINS or w a matter Of a few Csys fCr