Sheath), but to slide one of them under the Dog's 

 Belly, who creeps close to the Ground, to hinder 

 it, and to throw him so high in the Air that he 

 may break his Neck in the Fall. To avoid this 

 Danger, the Dog's Friends are ready beneath him, 

 some with their Backs, to give him a soft Recep- 

 tion : and others with long poles, which they offer 

 him slantways, to the Intent that, sliding down 

 them, it may break the Force of his Fall. Not- 

 withstanding all this Care, a Toss generally makes 

 him sing to a very scurvy Tune, and draw his 

 Phiz into a pitiful Grimace. But unless he is 

 totally stunned with the Fall, he is sure to crawl 

 again towards the Bull, come on't what will. 

 Sometimes a second Frisk into the Air disables 

 him for ever : but sometimes too he fastens upon 

 his Enemy, and when once he has seized him with 

 his Eye-teeth, he sticks to him like a Leech, and 

 would sooner die than leave his Hold. Then the 

 Bull bellows and bounds and kicks, all to shake 

 off the Dog. In the End, either the Dog tears 

 out the Piece he has laid Hold on, and falls, or 

 else remains fixed to him with an Obstinacy that 

 would never end, did they not pull him off. To 

 call him away, would be in vain ; to give him a 

 hundred Blows, would be as much so ; you might 

 cut him to Pieces, Joint by Joint, before he would 

 let him loose. What is to be done then ? While 

 some hold the Bull, others thrust Staves into the 



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