The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and MajorcaClayton, John William
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The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and Majorca
Clayton, John William
Majorca (Spain) -- Description and travel; Spain -- Description and travel
After a series of impetuous charges, the first strength of the
bull being exhausted, he was left panting for a short time without
provocation, until the gates admitted three fresh lancemen, who urged
their sorry blindfolded hacks into the ring with the sharp angles of
their ample Moorish stirrups. With a wild snort, a shower of foam
falling from his mouth, the bull rushed at the nearest horse; but the
dexterous horseman, receiving the charge obliquely with the point of
his lance, although well-nigh dismounted by the shock, caused the
great beast to rear aside with the sudden smart. A shout of "Bravo,
Picador!" arose from the crowd; but ere it ceased, the baffled brute,
directing its attack against another opponent, had buried its horns up
to its forehead in the ribs of the nearest horse, which, blinded as it
was, stood there a mere butt for the onset. The rider's lance at the
same moment was plunged into the neck of the bull, and blood flowed in
torrents.
A fierce light now glared in the eyes of the people, of man and of
maiden, as if the most ferocious instincts had been awakened in them.
Near me I saw, in their private balcony, a stately dame alone with
her beautiful daughter, both gazing with the deepest interest on the
bloody contest. Some young ladies, the daughters of haughty grandees,
were actually listening in such a place to the whispers of love from
gallant young nobles, while they reclined luxuriously among cushions
and flowers. Men were even beating with iron rods the fetlock joints of
the dying horses, lest they should fail ere the bull was spent. Ripped
and mangled as they were, they were compelled to stand on their legs
for another onslaught. I can never forget one poor horse which I saw
trotting across the ring to meet each charge with his entrails dragging
in the dust. Another wretched animal, from whose eyes the bandage had
fallen, looked around on the vast assemblage with an appealing glance;
but there was no mercy in any heart that beat there.
Again a trumpet sounded, and several young men appeared in gay attire
of lace, silk, and embroidery, with the velvet bonnet of Spain on their
crisp shaved heads. The agility of their supple limbs seemed to equal
that of the antelope; their forms were graceful as that of Apollo, and
they were fearless as young lions. These, the _banderilleros_, bore
in either hand long iron arrows, keen and barbed, to each of which was
attached a web of coloured ribbons.
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