In the "Plaza de Toros"--witnesses of the scenes I have attempted to describe--were many young girls belonging to the place, as well as others, from Mexico, Chili, and Peru. During the continuance of that series of exciting scenes--which included the killing of one person by empalement upon a bull, the mutilation of another by the claws of a grizzly bear, and the destruction of the bear itself, by a volley of revolvers--these interesting damsels never allowed the lights of their cigarritos to become extinguished; but calmly smoked on, as tranquil and unconcerned, as if they had been simply assisting at the ceremony of a "fandango!" Volume One, Chapter XXVI. STORMY'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY. In my rambles about Sonora and its vicinity, when seeking amusement, on what is called the "first day of the week." I was generally accompanied by Stormy Jack. During my early acquaintance with the old sailor, I was too young to have formed a correct opinion of his character; and my respect for him, was based entirely upon instinct. Now that I was older, and possessed of a more mature judgment, that respect--instead of having diminished--had increased to such a degree, as to deserve the name of admiration. I could not help admiring his many good qualities. He loved truth; and spoke it whenever he said anything. He was frank, honest, sociable, and generous. He had an abhorrence of all that was mean--combined with a genuine love for fair play and even-handed justice of every kind. He was in the habit of expressing his opinions so frankly, that, on the slightest acquaintance, every honest man became his friend, and every dishonest one his enemy. Stormy was, in truth, one of nature's noblemen--such a one as is seldom met with, and never forgotten. He was instinctively a gentleman; and the many long years in which he had been associated, with those who are thought to be lowest in the scale of civilisation, had not overcome his natural inclination. Stormy was strong on all points but one; and that was, in the resisting his appetite for strong drink. To this he too often yielded. "Do not think, Rowley," said he one evening, when I chanced to allude to this subject, "that I can't keep from thinking, if I tried. I never drank when I was young: for I had some hope and ambition then; and I could see the silliness of giving way to such a habit. It is only since I have become old Stormy Jack, and too old for my bad habits to be of any consequence to myself, or any one else. No, Rowley, it don't signify much now, how often I get drunk--either in my mind or legs. When I was young, like you, I had no one to teach me manners--except the world; and it did larn me some. Wherever I went, every one appeared to think it was their business to teach me manners; and the way they went about it, was not always very gentle. I've seen hard times in this world, Rowley, my lad."