The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1905-12-23
CHAPTER XVI.
How Black Bull Ran the {

ROW Black Bull Ran the CiNsIs.
While in Mexico. Jack has been
spectator at a bullfight, and that one
sight quite satisfied him. He never
wants to look upon another.
1t is with keen interest. however
that he now glances around. The
place has been gaily decorated. Pillar
and post are covered with bunting:
bright colors meet the eye in every
direction. Even the ring where
such spirited action occurred only
4 few hours before has had all traces
of the bullfight removed. and a por-
tion of the crowd wanders over the
tan-bark and wonders how it would
feel to be chased around the ring by
savage beast with sharp horns. a
massive neck and steaming breath.
Already the vast ampnitheater is
beginning to show quite an animated
appearance as the audience scatters to
various quarters.
Jack and Smithers. having secured
CT the whole eXpanse, stand there to
comment upon it.
Some parties are talking on the
right, and Jack catches the drift of
what they say. The leading speaker
IS an American, but his two compan.
ions seem to be. one French tourist,
the other a Cuban merchant
The New Yorker has evidently at.
tended the great entertainment given
by the management the previous after
room and as he is still filled with the
IN, him, apla Of hui
fight. he describes it in snatches
while the Partisan exclaims in won
der and the Cuban mods his head ap-
provingly, as though proud of the fact
that his land may provide an amuse-
rent unequaled for desperate valor
and the shedding of gore since the
Gays of Roman sadiators.
We'll, sir the American is saying.
'the black fellow overlook the bander-
Hero who had been throwing fancy
darts at him, and with one gigantic
sweep of his superb head he sent the
wretch flying through space. never
scne twenty feet high. his arms and
legs flying in every direction. Over
the barrier he came. struck this pill
lar, and fell in a heap. They carried
him away to the Hospital San Merced,
but we since heard he is dead
Mon Dieu, it must have been won.
derful sight" declares the Gaul as he
surveys the high fence.
"Carramba! what other country
could produce such a rare spectacie?"
asks the Cuban proudly, as he puffs
away at his cigarro.
Il know of nothing that can ap-
preach it unless it be our annual
Thanksgiving college football game
from New York with a perceptible
sneer.
''Was that alp asks Paris.
"AIl? Not by jug full. All? Well,
wish you could have seen it. That
was only the beginning, my dear man.
The bull seemed to be possessed Of
devil; like crazy Chinaman running
anuck, he saw only foes around him.
The way he tossed those chaps was a
caution. Men and horses fell victims;
he soon had them SO badly ratified
that not one would enter the ring.
They sat on the fence and defied him,
a
rush every perch in that quarter was
vacated"
And the matador-the unequaled
Pepito?" asks the Cuban eagerly.
"Oh, he was game enough, I give
you my word. He lacked discretion,
that was all. But he did better than
the poor banderillero who got his neck
broken"
"Ah, better, say you? Pepito always
excelled in anything he undertook" re-
IT narks the Havana merchant, with par
dcnable pride.
Yes" continued the American drily,
che went some six feet further than
the other poor devil; but, then, you
sec. no pillar stopped his aerial flight
and he dropped into the seats, thus
sraring his life.'
The G"r, laughs. the Cuban scovs.