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two of these were neatly stuck in, and the poor bull danced 

 about in the midst of fire and smoke, accompanied by a 

 terrific noise. The next two missed, and, beginning to 

 explode, the man threw them down and mizzled into the 

 ring. This he did three times, amidst the hisses of the 

 spectators. This bull did not see the joke of the purple 

 cloak, and backed from it instead of making for it. He 

 soon went the way of the others. 



Then came No. 4, who was black and frisky. When he 

 appeared, all the torreadors vaulted into the ring, and the 

 bull ran about for a season. Meanwhile three men from 

 the audience, encouraged by the promise of a $10 ticket 

 each in a forthcoming lottery, volunteered to tackle him. 

 Taking off their hats and coats, they entered the ring ; 

 and one of them went into the centre close behind the 

 animal, who suddenly turned round on him. He had not 

 presence of mind to swerve out of the way, but rushed 

 helter-skelter across the arena, towards us, eyes nearly out 

 of his head, terror on his face, bull after him, and, vaulting 

 into the ring, sat panting and puffing amid roars of 

 laughter. One of the other amateurs then tried to jump 

 between the bull's horns, but did not get far enough. The 

 bull put his head to the ground on the man's stomach, and 

 desired to press the life out of him ; but all the attendants 

 rushed up and released him, when he also fled and vaulted 

 over, pale and trembling. Renewed roars and screams of 

 laughter resounded. 



The third amateur tried the bandeira sticking, not wholly 

 unsuccessfully, and was applauded. Bull No. 4 then retired. 



No. 5 followed. The first six darts were well placed, 

 then two crackers, after which four other darts. The cloak 

 game was well manipulated with him ; but the jumping 

 on his horns proved a failure, and he withdrew. 



