Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-28

ordinary in ferocity or cunning; for Carmona1
bulls like those of the Mura breed, are flannel
for their terrible habit of ignoring the cloat
and charging at the body OF the man viii
holds it. Some bulls had rushed into the aren|
and blindly attacked the first object whicl
came within their dazed vision; but my hear i
had time to beat twice before that noble form
which | had last seen in peaceful pasture
deigned to show itself at the dark exit OF TIL
pens.
1t was as if Vivillo wished to show scorn d
the puny prick caused by that fishhook dar
hidden by rosette OF green and purple ribbon
supreme indifference to the strange SCen|
which burst upon eyes accustomed for long II
darkness. and naughty superiority to thnS i
and hunger which irritated weaker animals Il
frenzy. No one, seeing the great bull stan
with his head up, questioning, surprised, coul|
have mistaken his attitude for CowardiCd
There was something omlnouS, even terrlbld
in his pause: and it gave the waiting audienc|
time to appreciate the magnltcence of his pre-
portions, the length and dagger keenness 4
his horns, the ripping of the muscles under TIL
brown satin of his skin, in the great chest AMI
lean TANKS.
This is not built is a mountain
shouted a voice; and other voices praiseI
Nivillo's perfections SO soon to vanish off TIL
earth. "Grandly armed p" He would face
battalion! '-"Let Fuentes look out for hin
self 20
For Fuentes, best esbada left in Spai-I
bravest fighter of bulls according to the class]
methods, was to give Eivilo the death strok@
when pICadorS and banderilleros had done witt
him.
The wells of the vast multitude in an instart
changed the bulls proud astonishment to fur !
He seemed to realize that this new world, J
different from the old sweet, green one, was
world of enemies, every soul against him, ar
he was ready to fight them all to death. +
neither paved the sand nor beloved, f
these puerile betrayals of temper to whic
the noblest bulls do not descend. Like a to !
nado he swept across the ring, killed hor |
with single thrust, sent the picador craShlr
against the barrier; and. quick as wildcat
strong as an African lion, wheeled to lift al
other animal and its rider on his horns. HaI
the length of the arena he trotted, upholdir
both, while the audience rose to him and yelle
admiration Of his savage strength.
This is like the good old days. You dor
see such bull in ten thousand" men said |
each other. as Vivillo flung the dead horse
the sand, tumbling the picador over the barri
into the passageway, and raced off garlely |
a third duel.
When he had killed three horses (knowi1
no distinction between their innocence ar
mans cruelty, after his shoulders had felt t
lance) he was apparently fresh as when
left the pen. At this stage of the death dram
most bulls would be breathing hard: b
though the brown velvet of Vivillo's neck W
stained dark crimson, neither fatigue pa
made his strong heart labor.
More horses were given him, to die as othe
had died, all save one which the bull refuse
to touch because it was of the color he kne
and was friendly with at home. 1t was led o
at last unscathed: but Vivillo had now six hors
to his credit, and his popularity with the aud
ence had already risen far beyond that of h
predecessors. Still, his activity, instead
diminishing, seemed to grow with the risir
fever of his fury.
In ordinary cases the trumpet would no
have sounded for the second act, dismissir
the picadors and summoning the banderillero
but Nivillo in his present condition was t.
formidable foe to be teased by the brave
with barbed, beribboned darts; and "Hor5
horse!" was the cry.
Four more sacrifcial beasts were brough
and he dealt with all, SO nearly goring o.
picador that an espdda, dashing to the rescu
was raced to the barrier, and had his stockiI
crimsoned as he vaulted over it.
To be concluded next Sunday