The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-06-12
The Bloody Ring of SPANS
Great Sport

In BLOOD and Sand" Spani
novel by vincente Blasco Ibans
which has just been published in En-
liah BY +. r. DuttoE a Co., there
painted in all it, horror the Spanii
bull fight. the force which in the pa
has held the Latin nation to Il
greatest loyalty.
NEVER had they scen = bull III
that ore. He rushed CALAMITY I'M
the arena, though rather dared I
first by the sudden light after II
darkness Of his stall and the roars !
Thousands Of people. But directly
picador pricked him. he seemed to n
the whole plaza with his magnificen
onslaughts,
Soon there were neither men n,
horses nor anything else left In
moment all the horses were down 81,
their riders tossed IN the air Thu
poems ran and the arena WAS in dis
array Al II branding had been go
ing on The audience clamorcd fol-
more horses, while Coronel stood In
the middle Of the plaza waiting To
turn and rend anyone who came out
against him. The slightest invita-
Non was sufficient TO make him at
tack. no one had ever seen anything
like him for nobility and power.
When the death signal sounded he
had fourteen wounds in him and a
complete set Of banderillas, yet he
was as fresh and as brave AK II he
had never left his pasture. Then
Then the Marquis dc Moraima. who
had reared the noble brute, found him
self, he knew not how, behind the bar
rier. among the excited servants Of
the plaza and close to the matador
who was slowly rolling up his muieta
as though he wished to put off the
moment when he should have 70 meet
30 formidable an enemy.
aCoronelt shouted the marquis,
throwing his body half over the bar
rier
The animal did not move, but he
raised his head. as though these
shoutA reminded him Of the pastures
he might never see again. "Coronel".
The bull saw man leaning over the
barrier calling him and rushed
straight to attack himl But he stop
ped half way in his wild rush, then !
came On slowly till he rubbed his |
great horns against the arms stretch |
ed out to meet him. He came with his
chest splashed with the streams of
blood from the darts fixed in his neck, I
and his skin torn by the wounds which |
showed the blue muscles beneath
"Coronell My SOM" And the bull as
IL he understood these tender words.
lifted his muzzle and rubbed the
breeders white whiskers.
"Why have you brought me here ~
his fierce bloodshot eyes seemed TO
ask; and the marquis, knowing
longer what he did, kissed the beasts
nostrils. wet with the furious snortiny,
again and again.
10 MOI NIL MINI sunni klnu soul
.houtcd from the seats. An explosion
n voices shook the. whole plaza. and
thousands OF handkerchiefs waved
ike white doves. "Do not kill HIM"
And nj that moment he crowd,
'eixed with vague tenderness, des-
Used their own amusement. abhorred
he torero in his snowy dress with HI,
lseless heroism and admired the
Of the brute. to which they
cit themselves inferior. and eeog-
ized that among those thousands Of ]
easoning beings, nobility and affec-
ion were represented alone by this Q
DOR animal.
The second bull came out. He was a
( enormous size and fine appearance a
ut he began to trot all around the $
rena, looking with establishment at n
he bowling masses Of people crowded
n the seats, frightened by their cries a
nd their whistling with which they q
to excite him, and running
way from his own shadow. The poems r
an towards him spreading their capes q
e attacked the red cloth for an in x
ant. then snort OF surprise and he u