A CHILEAN RONDEO 



bull was speedily on his side. Then a lean, 

 slab-sided, rather frowzy-looking man, out 

 wardly differing in no essential respect from the 

 professional bronco-buster of the Southwest, 

 slipped from the spectators seats into the ring. 

 A saddle was girthed tight on the bull, and a 

 rope ring placed round his broad chest so as 

 to give the rider something by which to hang. 

 The lassos upon him were cast loose, and he 

 rose, snorting with rage and terror. If he had 

 thrown the man, the horsemen would have 

 had to work with instantaneous swiftness to 

 save his life. But all the bull s furious buck 

 ing and jumping could not unseat the rider. 

 The horsemen began to tease the animal, flap 

 ping red blankets in his face, and luring him to 

 charges which they easily evaded. Finally they 

 threw him again, took off his saddle and turned 

 him loose, and at the same time some steers 

 were driven into the corral to serve as company 

 for him. A couple of the horsemen took him 

 out of the bunch and raced him round the 

 corral, turning him when they wished by press 

 ing him against the pole corral lining, thus 

 repeating the game that had already been 

 played with so many of the steers. In his case 

 it was, of course, more dangerous. But they 

 showed complete mastery, and the horses had 



