One of them walked boldly forward shouting, hooting, whistling, and throwing his arms about to attract the animal’s attention, and, finally, leaning down with his hands on his knees, stared him straight in the face. A furious charge followed, and quick as lightning the man leapt upwards right between the lowered horns, which he grasped firmly with both hands, resisting every effort made to toss him. Loud was the applause as the maddened beast tore round the ring with his enemy borne aloft and unhurt. His companions now rushed forward to rescue him. With foolhardy daring they seized the bull by the tail, the horns, the legs; pushed against his sides, and so bewildered and overpowered him, that the man was able to jump down in safety from his dangerous position. The performance was divided into two parts, and there were ten bulls in all. Several times the whole audience went, what we placid English people would call quite “off their heads” with enthusiasm over some special act of skill or daring, and on one occasion, not content with shouting, stamping, and clapping, they flung gloves and handkerchiefs, flowers and cigars into the ring at the hero’s feet. Pedro joined in the applause, feeling quite hurt at not being allowed to throw something himself, not even his mother’s fan, which he wanted to do very badly indeed. He was determined that when he grew up, he, too, would be a handsome _cavalheiro_ on a beautiful prancing horse, and would receive the plaudits of the multitude with becoming grace. In this happy frame of mind let us say “Good-bye” to him, and to Portugal. BILLING AND SONS. LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD End of Project Gutenberg's Peeps at Many Lands: Portugal, by Agnes M. Goodall