A large grizzly bear had been caught alive in the mountains--about twenty miles from the town--and, at great trouble and expense, had been transported in a strong cage to Sonora--to afford amusement to the citizens of that lively little city. To bring the bear from his native wilds, had required the labour of a large party of men; and several days had been spent in the transport. A road had to be made most part the way--of sufficient width to permit the passage of the waggon that carried the cage. Bridges had also to be thrown over streams and deep ravines; and the bear was not securely landed in Sonora, until after he had cost the proprietor of the Bull-ring about eleven hundred dollars. Several savage bulls had also been provided for the day's sport; and the inhabitants of the town, and its vicinity, were promised one of the most splendid, as well as exciting, entertainments ever got up in California. I had before that time witnessed two or three Spanish bull fights; and had formed a resolution never to see another. But the temptation in this case--being a bull and bear fight--was too strong to be resisted: and I paid two dollars--like many others as foolish as myself--for a ticket; and, armed with this, entered the amphitheatre. The _Plaza de Toros_ was a circular enclosure with benches--on which about two thousand people could be comfortably seated; but, before the performance had commenced, the place contained three thousand or more. The first performance was an ordinary Spanish bull fight; and excited but little interest. The bull was soon killed, and dragged out of the arena. After a short interval, a second bull made his bow to the spectators. The instant this one showed himself, everybody predicted an exciting scene: for the animal leaped into the arena, with a wild bellowing, and an expression of rage, that portended a very different spectacle, from that exhibited by his predecessor. The _toreros_ appeared surprised--some of them even confounded--by the fierce, sudden and energetic spring with which the bull charged into their midst. A matador standing alone, in the arena, is in but little danger--even when pursued by the fiercest bull. It is when three or four of the toreros are in the ring together--getting in one another's way while turning to avoid his horns--that the bull has the advantage over his adversaries. At such times, the bull-fighter runs a great risk of getting badly gored, or even killed outright. The latter misfortune happened to one of the men, on the occasion in question. The second bull that had promised such a savage exhibition of his fierce strength, did not disappoint the spectators. In the third or fourth charge which he made among the matadors, he succeeded in impaling one of their number upon his horns. The body of the unfortunate man was lifted clear up from the ground, and carried twice round the ring-- before the bull thus bearing him could be despatched!