CHAPTER XXVII.

CHAPTER XXVII.THE BULL-FIGHT AT SEVILLE.“Nowwe are under the meteor flag of old England,” said Clyde Blacklock, the fourth lieutenant of the Prince, after the squadron had come to anchor off the Rock.“Do you call that the meteor flag of England?” laughed Murray, as he pointed to the stars and stripes at the peak of the steamer.“We are in British waters anyhow,” replied Clyde.“That’s so; but the flag you are under just now is the glorious flag of the United States of America—long may it wave!”“They are both glorious flags,” said Dr. Winstock; “and both nations ought to be proud of what they have done for the human race.”“And Johnny Bull is the father of Brother Jonathan,” added Clyde.“There is the sunset gun,” said the doctor, as the report pealed across the water, and a cloud of smoke rose from one of the numerous batteries on the shore. “The gates of the town are closed now, and no one is allowed to enter or leave after this hour.”The surgeon continued to point out various buildingsand batteries, rather to prevent the students from engaging in an international wrangle, to which a few were somewhat inclined, than for any other reason, though he was always employed in imparting information to them.The next morning, as soon as the arrangements were completed, the several ships’ companies landed at the same time, and marched in procession to the top of the hill, where the students were formed in a hollow square to hear what Professor Mapps had to say about the Rock. The view was magnificent, for the hill is fourteen hundred and thirty feet above the sea level.“Young gentlemen, I know that the view from this height is grand and beautiful,” the professor began, “and I cannot blame you for wishing to enjoy it at once; but I wish you to give your attention to the history of the Rock for a few minutes, and then I shall ask Dr. Winstock, who is more familiar with the place than I am, to point out to you in detail the various objects under your eye.”In addition to the twenty non-commissioned officers who had been detailed to act as guides for the party, quite a number of superior officers, and not a few ladies, formed a part of the professor’s audience. The latter had been attracted by curiosity to follow the students; and the majors, captains, and lieutenants were already on speaking-terms with the principal, the vice-principals, and the professors, though no formal introductions had taken place; and, before the day was over, all hands had established a very pleasant relation with the officers of the garrison and their families.“When the Phœnicians came to the Rock and toCadiz, they believed they had reached the end of the world; and here they erected one of the two Pillars of Hercules, which have already been mentioned to you. The Berbers were the original inhabitants of the Barbary States; and Tarìk, a leader of this people, captured the place. He gave his own name to his conquest, calling it Ghebal-Tarìk, or the Hill of Tarìk. This was in 711; but Guzman the Good, the first of the Dukes of Medina Sidonia, recovered it in 1309. Soon after, the Spanish governor of the Rock stole the money appropriated for its defence, employing it in a land speculation at Xeres; and the place surrendered to the Moors. In 1462 another Duke of Medina Sidonia drove out the Moslems; and Spain held the Rock till 1704. In this year, during the war of the Spanish succession, the fortress was attacked by the combined forces of the English and the Dutch. The Spanish garrison consisted of only one hundred and fifty men; but it killed or disabled nearly twice this number of the assailants before the Rock was surrendered, which shows that it was a very strong place even then; and its defences have been doubled since that time. The Spaniards have made repeated attempts to recover possession of the fortress, but without success; and it has been settled that it is entirely impregnable.”The English officers applauded this last statement; and Dr. Winstock, stepping upon the rock which served the professor for a rostrum, proceeded to point out the objects on interest in sight.“You have two grand divisions before you,” said the surgeon. “On the other side of the strait is Africa, with its rough steeps. The nest of white houses yousee at the head of the deep bay is Ceuta; and the hill is the Mount Abyla of the ancients, on which the other Pillar of Hercules was planted. Turning to the west, the broad Atlantic is before you. Below is the beautiful Bay of Gibraltar, with Algeciras on the opposite side. The village north of us is San Roque; and the lofty snow-capped mountains in the north-east are the Sierra Nevadas, which you saw from Granada. Now look at what is nearer to us. The strait is from twelve to fifteen miles wide. Perhaps you saw some of the monkeys that inhabit the Rock on your way up the hill. Though there are plenty of them on the other side of the strait, they are not found in a wild state in any part of Europe except on this Rock. How they got here, is the conundrum; and some credulous people insist that there is a tunnel under the strait by which they came over.“Below you is Europa Point; or, rather, three capes with this name. You see the beautiful gardens near the Point; and in the hands of the English people the whole Rock blossoms like the rose, while, if any other people had it, it would be a desolate waste. Stretching out into the bay, near the dockyard, is the new mole, which is seven hundred feet long. The one near the landing-port is eleven hundred feet; but it shelters only the small craft. The low, sandy strip of ground that bounds the Rock on the north is the Neutral Ground, where the sentinels of the two countries are always on duty. This strip of land is diked, so that it can be inundated and rendered impassable to an army in a few moments.”The doctor finished his remarks, but we have notreported all that he said; nor have we space for the speeches of a couple of the English officers who were invited to address the students, though they gave much information in regard to the fortress and garrison life at the Rock. The crowd was divided into small parties, and spent the rest of the day in exploring the fortifications with the guides. As usual, the doctor had the captain and first lieutenant under his special charge.“The east and south sides of the Rock, as you observed when we came into the bay from Malaga,” said he, “are almost perpendicular; and at first sight it would seem to be absurd to fortify a steep which no one could possibly ascend. But an enemy would find a way to get up if it were not for the guns that cover this part of the Rock. The north end is also too steep to climb. The west side, where we came up by the zigzag path, has a gentler slope; and this is protected by batteries in every direction.”“I can see the guns of the batteries; but I do not see any on the north and east sides of the Rock,” said Sheridan.“The edges of the Rock on all sides are tunnelled: and these galleries form a series of casemates, with embrasures, or port-holes, every thirty or forty yards, through which the great guns are pointed. These galleries are in tiers, or stories, and there are miles of them. They were made just before the French Revolution began, nearly a hundred years after the English got possession.”“They must have cost a pile of money,” suggested Murray.“Yes; and it costs a pile of money to support them,” added the doctor. “Five thousand troops are kept here in time of peace. Some British statesmen have advocated the policy of giving or selling the Rock to Spain; for it has been a standing grievance to this power to have England own a part of the peninsula. But in other than a military view the Rock is valuable to England. Whatever wars may be in progress on the face of the earth, her naval and commercial vessels can always find shelter in the port of Gibraltar.”“But I don’t see how it could prevent ships of war from entering the Mediterranean Sea,” added Sheridan.“I doubt whether it could ever do that except by sheltering a fleet to do the fighting; for no gun in existence could send a shot ten or twelve miles,” replied the doctor.By this time the party had reached the entrance of the galleries, and they went in to view what the surgeon had described. The students were amazed at the extent of the tunnels, and the vast quantities of shot and shell piled up in every part of the works; at the great guns, and the appliances for handling them. They walked till they were tired out; and then the party descended to the town for a lunch.“This isn’t much of a city,” said Murray, as they walked through its narrow and crooked streets to Commercial Square, where the hotels are located.“I believe the people do not brag of it, though it contains much that is interesting,” replied the doctor. “You find all sorts of people here: there are Moors, Jews, Greeks, Portuguese, and Spaniards, besides the English. This is a free port, and vast quantities of goods are smuggled into Spain from this town.”They lunched at the Club-House; and it was a luxury to sit at the table with English people, who do not wear their hats, or smoke between the courses. After this important duty had been disposed of, the party walked to thealameda, as the Spaniards call it, or the parade and public garden as the English have it. It is an exceedingly pleasant retreat to an English-speaking traveller who has just come from Spain, for every thing is in the English fashion. It contains a monument to the Duke of Wellington, and another to General Lord Heathfield. The party enjoyed this garden so much that they remained there till it was time to go on board of the ship.Three days were spent at the Rock, and many courtesies were exchanged between the sailors and the soldiers. The students saw a review of a brigade, and the officers were feasted at the mess-rooms of the garrison. The principal was sorely tried when he saw the wine passing around among the military men; but the students drank the toasts in water. In return for these civilities, the officers were invited on board of the vessels of the squadron; the yards were manned; the crews were exercised in the various evolutions of seamanship; and a bountiful collation was served in each vessel. Everybody was happy.Dr. Winstock was a little more “gamy” than the principal; and, when he heard that there was to be a bull-fight at Seville on Easter Sunday, he declared that it would be a pity to take the students away from Spain without seeing the national spectacle. He suggested that the ceremonies of Holy Week would also be very interesting. The question was discussed for a longtime. All the rest of their lives these young men would be obliged to say that they had been to Spain without seeing a bull-fight. The professors were consulted; and they were unanimously in favor of making a second visit to Seville. It was decided to adopt the doctor’s suggestion.“But it will be impossible to get into the hotels,” added Dr. Winstock. “They all double their prices, and are filled to overflowing for several days before the ceremonies begin.”“Then, why did you suggest the idea of going?” laughed the principal. “The boys must have something to eat, and a place to sleep.”“I think we can do better than to go to the hotels, even if we could get into them,” replied the doctor. “The Guadalquiver is very high at the present time, and the fleet will go up to Seville without quarrelling with the bottom. We can anchor off theToro del Oro, and save all the hotel-bills.”This plan was adopted; and the order to coal the steamer for the voyage across the Atlantic was rescinded, so that she might go up the river as light as possible. Half a dozen officers of the garrison were taken as passengers, guests of the officers, for the excursion, as the steamer was to return to the Rock. On Tuesday morning the fleet sailed. While the schooners remained off Cadiz, the Prince ran in and obtained three pilots,—a father and his two sons,—and distributed them among the vessels. At the mouth of the river the Prince took her consorts in tow. They were lashed together, and a hawser extended to each of them. Off Bonanza the vessels anchored for thenight; for the pilots would not take the risk of running in the darkness. In the morning the voyage was renewed. Portions of the country were flooded with water, for the ice and snows in the mountains were melting in the warm weather of spring. Indeed, there was so much water that it bothered the pilot of the steamer to keep in the channel, for the high water covered some of his landmarks. There were some sharp turns to be made; and the pilots in the Tritonia and Josephine had to be as active as their father in the steamer; for, in making these curves, the hawser of the outer vessel had to be slacked off; and, when the ropes were well run out, the steamer was stopped, and they were hauled in. But, before sunset, the fleet was at anchor off Seville.The next day was Holy Thursday, and all hands were landed to see the sights. The city was crowded with people. All along the streets through which the procession was to pass, seats were arranged for the spectators, which were rented for the occasion, as in the large cities at home. The trip to Seville had been decided upon a week before the vessels arrived, and while they were at Malaga. Couriers had been sent ahead to engage places for the procession, and in theColiseo de Toros. Lobo and Ramos were on the quay when the boats landed; and the students were conducted to the places assigned to them. They went early, and had to wait a long time; but the people were almost as interesting as the “Gran Funcion” as they call any spectacle, whether it be a bull-fight or a church occasion.Not only was the street where they were seated fullof people, but all the houses were dressed in the gayest of colors; and no one would have suspected that the occasion was a religious ceremony. Printed programmes of all the details of the procession had been hawked about the streets for the last two days, and Lobo had procured a supply of them; but unfortunately, as they were in Spanish, hardly any of the students could make use of them, though the surgeon, the professors, and the couriers, translated the main items for them.“I suppose you both understand the meaning of the procession we are about to see,” said the doctor, while they waiting.“I don’t,” replied Murray. “My father is a Scotchman, and I was brought up in the kirk.”“The week begins with Palm Sunday, which commemorates the entry of Christ into Jerusalem, when the people cast palm-branches before him; Holy Thursday celebrates the institution of the Lord’s Supper; Good Friday, the crucifixion; Holy Saturday is when water used in baptism is blessed; and Easter Sunday, the greatest of all the holy days except Christmas, is in honor of the resurrection of the Saviour. On Holy Thursday, in Madrid, the late queen used to wash the feet of a dozen beggars, as Christ washed the feet of his disciples. I hear music, and I think the procession is coming.”It was not church music which the band at the head of the procession played, but lively airs from the operas. A line of soldiers formed in front of the spectators that filled the street, to keep them back; and the procession soon came in sight. To say that the boyswere amused would be to express it mildly as the leading feature of the show came into view. It seemed to be a grand masquerade, or a tremendous burlesque. First came a number of persons dressed in long robes of white, black, or violet, gathered up at the waist by a leather belt. On their heads they wore enormous fools’ caps, in the shape of so many sugar-loaves, but at least four feet high.“You mustn’t laugh so as to be observed,” said the doctor to the first lieutenant. “These are the penitents.”“They ought to be penitent for coming out in such a rig,” laughed Murray.A pointed piece of cloth fell from the tall cap of the penitents over the face and down upon the breast, with round holes for the eyes. Some carried torches, and others banners with the arms of some religious order worked on them. These people were a considerable feature of the procession, and they were to be seen through the whole length of it.After them came some men dressed as Roman soldiers, with helmet, cuirass, and yellow tunic, representing the soldiers that took part in the crucifixion. They were followed by a kind of car, which seemed to float along without the help of any bearers; but it was carried by men under it whose forms were concealed by the surrounding drapery that fell to the ground, forming a very effective piece of stage machinery. The car was richly ornamented with gold and velvet, and bore on its top rail several elegant and fancifully shaped lanterns in which candles were burning.On the car was a variety of subjects represented bya dozen figures, carved in wood and painted to the life. Above all the others rose Christ and the two thieves on the crosses. The Virgin Mary was the most noticeable figure. She was dressed in an elegant velvet robe, embroidered with gold, with a lace handkerchief in her hand. A velvet mantle reached from her shoulders over the rail of the car to the ground. Her train was in charge of an angel, who managed it according to her own taste and fancy. On the car were other angels, who seemed to be more ornamental than useful.The rest of the procession was made up of similar materials,—holy men, women and children, crosses, images of saints, such as have often been seen and described. During the rest of the week, the students visited the cathedral, where they saw the blackened remains of King Ferdinand, and other relics that are exhibited at this time, as well as several other of the churches. Easter Sunday came, and the general joy was as extravagantly manifested as though the resurrection were an event of that day. Early in the afternoon crowds of gayly dressed people of all classes and ranks began to crowd towards the bull-ring. All over the city were posted placards announcing thisGran Funcion, with overdrawn pictures of the scenes expected to transpire in the arena. We have one of these bills before us as we write.“As we are to take part in theFuncion, we will go to theplaza” said the doctor, as he and his friends left the cathedral.“Take part!” exclaimed Murray. “I have no idea of fighting a bull. I would rather be on board of the ship.”“Perhaps I should have said ‘assist in theFuncion,’ which is the usual way of expressing it in Spain.”“Who is this?” said Sheridan, as a couple of young men wearing the uniform of the squadron approached the party. “Upon my word, it is Raimundo!”The young men proved to be Raymond and Bark Lingall, just arrived from Gibraltar. The fugitive had resumed his uniform when he expected to join the Tritonia; and, if he had asked any officer of the garrison where the fleet had gone, he could have informed him. In the evening one of them spoke to Raymond at the hotel, asking him how it happened that he had not gone to Seville. This led to an explanation. Raymond and Bark had taken a steamer to Cadiz the next day, and had just arrived in a special train, in season for the bull-fight. The surgeon, who knew all about Raymond’s history, gave him a cordial greeting; and so did his shipmates of the Tritonia.“You are just in time to assist at the bull-fight,” said Scott, who readily took up the Spanish style of expressing it, for it seemed like a huge joke to him.“I don’t care for the bull-fight, but I am glad to be with the fellows once more,” replied Raymond, as he seated himself with the officers of the vessel.Before the show began, he had reported himself to Mr. Lowington and Mr. Pelham; and some of the students who did not understand the matter thought he received a very warm greeting for a returned runaway. But all hands were thinking of the grand spectacle; and not much attention was given to Raymond and Bark, except by their intimate friends.“If the people are so fond of these shows, I shouldthink they would have more of them,” said Sheridan. “This is the first chance we have had to see one; and we have been in Spain four months.”“They cost too much money; and only the large places can afford to have them,” replied the doctor. “It costs about two thousand dollars to get one up in good style. I will tell you all about the performers as they come in.”“But what are all those people doing in the ring?” asked Murray; for the arena was filled with spectators walking about, chatting and smoking.“They are the men who will occupy the lower seats, which are not very comfortable; and they prefer to walk about till the performance begins. They are all deeply interested in the affair, and are talking it over.”“I don’t see many ladies here,” said Sheridan. “I was told that they all attend the bull-fights.”“I should think that one-third of the audience were ladies,” replied the doctor, looking about theplaza. “At those I attended in Madrid, there were not five hundred ladies present.”ThePlaza de Torosat Seville, which the people dignify by calling it theColiseum, is about the same size as the one at Madrid, open at the top, and will seat ten or twelve thousand people. It is circular in form, and the walls may be twenty or twenty-five feet high. Standing in the ring, the lower part of the structure looks much like a country circus on a very large scale; the tiers of seats for the common people sloping down from half the height of the walls to the arena, which is enclosed by a strong fence about five feet high. Inside of the heavy fence enclosing the ring, is another,which separates the spectators from a kind of avenue all around the arena; and above this is stretched a rope, to prevent the bull, in case he should leap the inner fence, from going over among the spectators. This avenue between the two fences is for the use of the performers and various hangers-on at thefuncion.Above the sloping rows of seats, are balconies, or boxes as they would be called in a theatre. They are roofed over, and the front of them presents a continuous colonnade supporting arches, behind which are sloping rows of cushioned seats. In hot weather, awnings are placed in front of those exposed to the sun. Opposite the gates by which the bull is admitted is an elaborately ornamented box for the “autoridad” and the person who presides over the spectacle. The latter was often the late queen, in Madrid; and on the present occasion it was theinfanta, the Marquesa de Montpensier. This box was dressed with flags and bright colors.During the gathering of the vast audience, which some estimated at fifteen thousand, a band had been playing. Punctually at three o’clock came a flourish of trumpets, and twoalguacils, dressed in sober black, rode into the ring; and the people there vacated it, leaping over the fences to their seats. When the arena was clear, another blast announced the first scene of the tragedy.“Now we have a procession of the performers,” said the doctor to his pupils. “The men on horseback arepicadores, frompica, a lance; and you see that each rider carries one.”These men were dressed in full Spanish costume, and wore broad sombreros on their heads, somethinglike a tarpaulin. They were mounted on old hacks of horses, worn out by service on the cabs or omnibuses. They are blindfolded during the fight, to keep them from dodging the bull. The legs of the men are cased in splints of wood and sole-leather to protect them from the horns of the bull. Each of them is paid a hundred dollars for eachcorrida, or performance.“Those men with the red and yellow mantles, or cloaks, on their arms, are thechulos, whose part is to worry the bull, and to call him away from thepicador, or other actor who is in danger,” continued the surgeon. “Next to them are thebanderilleros; and the dart adorned with many colored ribbons is called abanderilla. You will see what this is for when the time comes. The last are thematadors, orespadas; and each of them carries a Toledo blade. They are the heroes of the fight; and, when they are skilful, their reputation extends all over Spain. Montes, one of the most celebrated of them, was killed in acorridain Madrid. Cuchares was another not less noted; and, when I saw him, he was received with a demonstration of applause that would have satisfied a king of Spain. I don’t know what has become of him. I see that the names of fourespadasare given on the bill, besides a supernumerary in case of accident. Theespadasreceive from two to three hundred dollars for acorrida; thebanderilleros, from fifty to seventy-five; and thechulos, from fifteen to twenty.”Analguacilnow entered the ring, and, walking over to the box of the authorities, asked permission to begin the fight. The key of the bull-pen was given to him. He returned, gave it to the keeper of the gate;and made haste to save himself by jumping over the fence, to the great amusement of the vast audience.Most of the students had been informed what all this meant by the interpreters and others; and they waited with no little emotion for the conflict to commence. The bull had been goaded to fury in the pen; and, when the gates were thrown open, he rushed with a bellowing snort into the ring. At first he seemed to be startled by the strange sight before him, and halted at the gate, which had been closed behind him. Twopicadoreshad been stationed on opposite sides of the arena; and, as soon as the bull saw the nearest of these, he dashed towards him. Thepicadorreceived him on the point of his lance, and turned him off. The animal then went for the other, who warded him off in the same way. The audience did not seem to be satisfied with this part of the performance, and yelled as if they had been cheated out of something. It was altogether too tame for them.Then the firstpicador, at these signs of disapprobation, rode to the middle of the ring; and the bull made another onslaught upon him. This time he tumbled horse and rider in a heap on the ground. Then thechulosput in an appearance, and with their red and yellow cloaks attracted the attention of the bull, thus saving thepicadorfrom further harm. While the bull was chasing some of thechulos, more of them went to the assistance of the fallen rider, whose splinted legs did not permit him to rise alone. He was pulled out from beneath his nag; and the poor animal got up, goaded to do so by the kicks of the brutal performers. His stomach had been ripped open by the horns of the bull, and his entrails dragged upon the ground.Some of the students turned pale, and were made sick by the cruel sight. A few of them were obliged to leave their places, which they did amidst the laughter of the Spaniards near them. But the audience applauded heartily, and appeared to be satisfied now that a horse had been gored so terribly. Thepicadorwas lifted upon the mangled steed, and he rode about the ring with the animal’s entrails dragging under him. Thechulosplayed with the bull for a time, till the people became impatient; and then he was permitted to attack the horses again. The one injured before dropped dead under the next assault, to the great relief of the American spectators. The audience became stormy again, and two more horses were killed without appeasing them.“Now we shall have thebanderilleros,” said the doctor, as a flourish of trumpets came from the bandstand.“I have got about enough of it,” said Sheridan faintly.“Brace yourself up, and you will soon become more accustomed to it. You ought to see one bull killed,” added the surgeon.Two men withbanderillasin their hands now entered the ring. These weapons have barbs, so that, when the point is driven into the flesh of the bull, they stick fast, and are not shaken out by the motion of the animal. These men were received with applause; but it was evident that the temper of the assembled multitude required prompt and daring deeds of them. There was to be no unnecessary delay, no dodging or skulking. They were bold fellows, and seemed to be ready forbusiness. One of them showed himself to the bull; and the beast made for him without an instant’s hesitation.Thebanderilleroheld his ground as though he had been tied to the spot; and it looked as if he was surely to be transfixed by the horns of the angry bull. Suddenly, as the animal dropped his head to use his horns, the man swung thebanderillasover his shoulders, and planted both of the darts just behind the neck of the beast, and then dexterously slipped out of the way. This feat was applauded tremendously, and the yells seemed to shake the arena. Vainly the bull tried to shake off the darts, roaring with the pain they gave him.Another flourish of trumpets announced the last scene of the tragedy, and one of theespadasbounded lightly into the ring. He was greeted with hearty applause; and, walking over to the front of themarquesa’sbox, he bent down on one knee, and made a grandiloquent speech, to the effect that for the honor of the city, in the name of the good people there assembled, and for the benefit of the hospital, he would kill the bull or be killed himself in the attempt, if her highness would graciously accord him the permission to do so. Theinfantakindly consented; and theespadawhirled his hat several times over his head, finally jerking it under his left arm over the fence. In his hand he carried a crimson banner, which he presented to the bull; and this was enough to rouse all his fury again.The Bull-fight at Seville.Page406.For a time he played with the furious beast, which continually plunged at the red banner, the man skilfully stepping aside. At last he seemed to be prepared for the final blow. Holding the banner in his left hand, he permitted the bull to make a dive at it; and, while his head was down, he reached over his horns with the sword, and plunged it in between the shoulder-blades. His aim was sure: he had pierced the heart, and the bull dropped dead. Again the applause shook the arena, and the audience in the lower part of the building hurled their hats and caps into the ring; and a shower of cigars, mingled with an occasional piece of silver, followed the head-gear. The victoriousespadapicked up the cigars and money, bowing his thanks all the time, while thechulostossed back the hats and caps.“‘You can take my hat’ is what they mean by that, I suppose,” said Murray.“That is one of the ways a Spanish audience has of expressing their approbation in strong terms,” replied the doctor.A team of half a dozen mules, tricked out in the gayest colors, galloped into the ring; and, when a sling had been passed over the horns of the dead bull, he was dragged out at a side gate. The doors had hardly closed upon the last scene before the main gates were thrown wide open again, and another bull bounded into the arena, where thepicadoresand thechuloswere already in position for action. The second act was about like the first. Four horses were killed by the second bull, which was even more savage than the first. Thebanderillerowas unfortunate in his first attempt, and was hooted by the audience; but in a second attempt he redeemed himself. Theespadagot his sword into the bull; but he did not hit the vitalpart, and he was unable to withdraw his weapon. The animal flew around the ring with the sword in his shoulders, while the audience yelled, and taunted the unlucky hero. It was not allowable for him to take another sword; and the bull was lured to the side of the ring, where theespadaleaped upon a screen, and recovered his blade. In a second trial he did the business so handsomely that he regained the credit he had temporarily lost.Many of the students did not stay to see the second bull slain; and not more than half of them staid till the conclusion of thefuncion. One of the last of the bulls would not fight at all, and evidently belonged to the peace society; but neither the audience nor thelidiadoreshad any mercy for him.“Perros! Perros!” shouted the audience, when it was found that the bull had no pluck.“Perros! Perros!” screamed some of the wildest of the students, without having the least idea what the word meant.“What does all that mean?” asked Murray.“Perrosmeans dogs. Not long ago, when a bull would not fight, they used to set dogs upon him to worry and excite him,” answered the doctor.“Well, will they set the dogs upon him?” inquired Murray.“No, I suppose not; for here in the bill it says, ‘No dogs will be used; but fire-banderillaswill be substituted for bulls that will not fight at the call of the authorities.’”This expedient was resorted to in the present case; the bull was frightened, and showed a little pluck.After he had upset apicador, and charged on achulo, he leaped over the fence into the avenue. The loafers gathered there sprang into the ring; but the animal was speedily driven back, and was finally killed without having done any great damage to the horses.The last bull was the fiercest of them all; and he came into the arena roaring like a lion. He demolished twopicadoresin the twinkling of an eye, and made it lively for all the performers. “Bravo, Toro!” shouted the people, for they applaud the bull as well as the actors. Theespadastabbed him three times before he killed him.Six bulls and seventeen horses had been slain: the last one had killed five. Even the most insensible of the students had had enough of it; and most of them declared that it was the most barbarous spectacle they had ever seen. They pitied the poor horses, and some of them would not have been greatly distressed if the bull had tossed up a few of the performers. The doctor was disgusted, though he had done his best to have the students see thiscosa de España. The principal refused to go farther than the gate of theplaza.“I don’t care to see another,” said Dr. Winstock to his Spanish friend, who sat near him. “It is barbarous; and I hope the people of Spain will soon abolish these spectacles.”“Barbarous, is it?” laughed the Spanish gentleman. “Do you think it is any worse than the prize-fights you have in England and America?”“Only a few low ruffians go to prize-fights in England and America,” replied the doctor warmly. “They are forbidden by law, and those who engage in themare sent to the penitentiary. But bull-fights are managed by the authorities of the province, presided over by the queen or members of the royal family.”All hands returned to the vessels of the squadron; and early the next morning the fleet sailed for Gibraltar. The river was still very high; and, though the Prince stirred up the mud once or twice, she reached the mouth of the river in good time, and the squadron stood away for the Rock, where it arrived the next day.Raymond was delighted to be on board of the Tritonia again, and at his duties. Enough of his story was told to the students to enable them to understand his case, and why he had been excused for running away. New rank had been assigned at the beginning of the month, and Raymond found on his return that he was second master, as before; the faculty voting that he was entitled to his old rank.Bark Lingall had worked a full month since his reformation; and when he went on board the Tritonia, at Seville, he was delighted to find that he was third master, and entitled to a place in the cabin. 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CHAPTER XXVII.THE BULL-FIGHT AT SEVILLE.“Nowwe are under the meteor flag of old England,” said Clyde Blacklock, the fourth lieutenant of the Prince, after the squadron had come to anchor off the Rock.“Do you call that the meteor flag of England?” laughed Murray, as he pointed to the stars and stripes at the peak of the steamer.“We are in British waters anyhow,” replied Clyde.“That’s so; but the flag you are under just now is the glorious flag of the United States of America—long may it wave!”“They are both glorious flags,” said Dr. Winstock; “and both nations ought to be proud of what they have done for the human race.”“And Johnny Bull is the father of Brother Jonathan,” added Clyde.“There is the sunset gun,” said the doctor, as the report pealed across the water, and a cloud of smoke rose from one of the numerous batteries on the shore. “The gates of the town are closed now, and no one is allowed to enter or leave after this hour.”The surgeon continued to point out various buildingsand batteries, rather to prevent the students from engaging in an international wrangle, to which a few were somewhat inclined, than for any other reason, though he was always employed in imparting information to them.The next morning, as soon as the arrangements were completed, the several ships’ companies landed at the same time, and marched in procession to the top of the hill, where the students were formed in a hollow square to hear what Professor Mapps had to say about the Rock. The view was magnificent, for the hill is fourteen hundred and thirty feet above the sea level.“Young gentlemen, I know that the view from this height is grand and beautiful,” the professor began, “and I cannot blame you for wishing to enjoy it at once; but I wish you to give your attention to the history of the Rock for a few minutes, and then I shall ask Dr. Winstock, who is more familiar with the place than I am, to point out to you in detail the various objects under your eye.”In addition to the twenty non-commissioned officers who had been detailed to act as guides for the party, quite a number of superior officers, and not a few ladies, formed a part of the professor’s audience. The latter had been attracted by curiosity to follow the students; and the majors, captains, and lieutenants were already on speaking-terms with the principal, the vice-principals, and the professors, though no formal introductions had taken place; and, before the day was over, all hands had established a very pleasant relation with the officers of the garrison and their families.“When the Phœnicians came to the Rock and toCadiz, they believed they had reached the end of the world; and here they erected one of the two Pillars of Hercules, which have already been mentioned to you. The Berbers were the original inhabitants of the Barbary States; and Tarìk, a leader of this people, captured the place. He gave his own name to his conquest, calling it Ghebal-Tarìk, or the Hill of Tarìk. This was in 711; but Guzman the Good, the first of the Dukes of Medina Sidonia, recovered it in 1309. Soon after, the Spanish governor of the Rock stole the money appropriated for its defence, employing it in a land speculation at Xeres; and the place surrendered to the Moors. In 1462 another Duke of Medina Sidonia drove out the Moslems; and Spain held the Rock till 1704. In this year, during the war of the Spanish succession, the fortress was attacked by the combined forces of the English and the Dutch. The Spanish garrison consisted of only one hundred and fifty men; but it killed or disabled nearly twice this number of the assailants before the Rock was surrendered, which shows that it was a very strong place even then; and its defences have been doubled since that time. The Spaniards have made repeated attempts to recover possession of the fortress, but without success; and it has been settled that it is entirely impregnable.”The English officers applauded this last statement; and Dr. Winstock, stepping upon the rock which served the professor for a rostrum, proceeded to point out the objects on interest in sight.“You have two grand divisions before you,” said the surgeon. “On the other side of the strait is Africa, with its rough steeps. The nest of white houses yousee at the head of the deep bay is Ceuta; and the hill is the Mount Abyla of the ancients, on which the other Pillar of Hercules was planted. Turning to the west, the broad Atlantic is before you. Below is the beautiful Bay of Gibraltar, with Algeciras on the opposite side. The village north of us is San Roque; and the lofty snow-capped mountains in the north-east are the Sierra Nevadas, which you saw from Granada. Now look at what is nearer to us. The strait is from twelve to fifteen miles wide. Perhaps you saw some of the monkeys that inhabit the Rock on your way up the hill. Though there are plenty of them on the other side of the strait, they are not found in a wild state in any part of Europe except on this Rock. How they got here, is the conundrum; and some credulous people insist that there is a tunnel under the strait by which they came over.“Below you is Europa Point; or, rather, three capes with this name. You see the beautiful gardens near the Point; and in the hands of the English people the whole Rock blossoms like the rose, while, if any other people had it, it would be a desolate waste. Stretching out into the bay, near the dockyard, is the new mole, which is seven hundred feet long. The one near the landing-port is eleven hundred feet; but it shelters only the small craft. The low, sandy strip of ground that bounds the Rock on the north is the Neutral Ground, where the sentinels of the two countries are always on duty. This strip of land is diked, so that it can be inundated and rendered impassable to an army in a few moments.”The doctor finished his remarks, but we have notreported all that he said; nor have we space for the speeches of a couple of the English officers who were invited to address the students, though they gave much information in regard to the fortress and garrison life at the Rock. The crowd was divided into small parties, and spent the rest of the day in exploring the fortifications with the guides. As usual, the doctor had the captain and first lieutenant under his special charge.“The east and south sides of the Rock, as you observed when we came into the bay from Malaga,” said he, “are almost perpendicular; and at first sight it would seem to be absurd to fortify a steep which no one could possibly ascend. But an enemy would find a way to get up if it were not for the guns that cover this part of the Rock. The north end is also too steep to climb. The west side, where we came up by the zigzag path, has a gentler slope; and this is protected by batteries in every direction.”“I can see the guns of the batteries; but I do not see any on the north and east sides of the Rock,” said Sheridan.“The edges of the Rock on all sides are tunnelled: and these galleries form a series of casemates, with embrasures, or port-holes, every thirty or forty yards, through which the great guns are pointed. These galleries are in tiers, or stories, and there are miles of them. They were made just before the French Revolution began, nearly a hundred years after the English got possession.”“They must have cost a pile of money,” suggested Murray.“Yes; and it costs a pile of money to support them,” added the doctor. “Five thousand troops are kept here in time of peace. Some British statesmen have advocated the policy of giving or selling the Rock to Spain; for it has been a standing grievance to this power to have England own a part of the peninsula. But in other than a military view the Rock is valuable to England. Whatever wars may be in progress on the face of the earth, her naval and commercial vessels can always find shelter in the port of Gibraltar.”“But I don’t see how it could prevent ships of war from entering the Mediterranean Sea,” added Sheridan.“I doubt whether it could ever do that except by sheltering a fleet to do the fighting; for no gun in existence could send a shot ten or twelve miles,” replied the doctor.By this time the party had reached the entrance of the galleries, and they went in to view what the surgeon had described. The students were amazed at the extent of the tunnels, and the vast quantities of shot and shell piled up in every part of the works; at the great guns, and the appliances for handling them. They walked till they were tired out; and then the party descended to the town for a lunch.“This isn’t much of a city,” said Murray, as they walked through its narrow and crooked streets to Commercial Square, where the hotels are located.“I believe the people do not brag of it, though it contains much that is interesting,” replied the doctor. “You find all sorts of people here: there are Moors, Jews, Greeks, Portuguese, and Spaniards, besides the English. This is a free port, and vast quantities of goods are smuggled into Spain from this town.”They lunched at the Club-House; and it was a luxury to sit at the table with English people, who do not wear their hats, or smoke between the courses. After this important duty had been disposed of, the party walked to thealameda, as the Spaniards call it, or the parade and public garden as the English have it. It is an exceedingly pleasant retreat to an English-speaking traveller who has just come from Spain, for every thing is in the English fashion. It contains a monument to the Duke of Wellington, and another to General Lord Heathfield. The party enjoyed this garden so much that they remained there till it was time to go on board of the ship.Three days were spent at the Rock, and many courtesies were exchanged between the sailors and the soldiers. The students saw a review of a brigade, and the officers were feasted at the mess-rooms of the garrison. The principal was sorely tried when he saw the wine passing around among the military men; but the students drank the toasts in water. In return for these civilities, the officers were invited on board of the vessels of the squadron; the yards were manned; the crews were exercised in the various evolutions of seamanship; and a bountiful collation was served in each vessel. Everybody was happy.Dr. Winstock was a little more “gamy” than the principal; and, when he heard that there was to be a bull-fight at Seville on Easter Sunday, he declared that it would be a pity to take the students away from Spain without seeing the national spectacle. He suggested that the ceremonies of Holy Week would also be very interesting. The question was discussed for a longtime. All the rest of their lives these young men would be obliged to say that they had been to Spain without seeing a bull-fight. The professors were consulted; and they were unanimously in favor of making a second visit to Seville. It was decided to adopt the doctor’s suggestion.“But it will be impossible to get into the hotels,” added Dr. Winstock. “They all double their prices, and are filled to overflowing for several days before the ceremonies begin.”“Then, why did you suggest the idea of going?” laughed the principal. “The boys must have something to eat, and a place to sleep.”“I think we can do better than to go to the hotels, even if we could get into them,” replied the doctor. “The Guadalquiver is very high at the present time, and the fleet will go up to Seville without quarrelling with the bottom. We can anchor off theToro del Oro, and save all the hotel-bills.”This plan was adopted; and the order to coal the steamer for the voyage across the Atlantic was rescinded, so that she might go up the river as light as possible. Half a dozen officers of the garrison were taken as passengers, guests of the officers, for the excursion, as the steamer was to return to the Rock. On Tuesday morning the fleet sailed. While the schooners remained off Cadiz, the Prince ran in and obtained three pilots,—a father and his two sons,—and distributed them among the vessels. At the mouth of the river the Prince took her consorts in tow. They were lashed together, and a hawser extended to each of them. Off Bonanza the vessels anchored for thenight; for the pilots would not take the risk of running in the darkness. In the morning the voyage was renewed. Portions of the country were flooded with water, for the ice and snows in the mountains were melting in the warm weather of spring. Indeed, there was so much water that it bothered the pilot of the steamer to keep in the channel, for the high water covered some of his landmarks. There were some sharp turns to be made; and the pilots in the Tritonia and Josephine had to be as active as their father in the steamer; for, in making these curves, the hawser of the outer vessel had to be slacked off; and, when the ropes were well run out, the steamer was stopped, and they were hauled in. But, before sunset, the fleet was at anchor off Seville.The next day was Holy Thursday, and all hands were landed to see the sights. The city was crowded with people. All along the streets through which the procession was to pass, seats were arranged for the spectators, which were rented for the occasion, as in the large cities at home. The trip to Seville had been decided upon a week before the vessels arrived, and while they were at Malaga. Couriers had been sent ahead to engage places for the procession, and in theColiseo de Toros. Lobo and Ramos were on the quay when the boats landed; and the students were conducted to the places assigned to them. They went early, and had to wait a long time; but the people were almost as interesting as the “Gran Funcion” as they call any spectacle, whether it be a bull-fight or a church occasion.Not only was the street where they were seated fullof people, but all the houses were dressed in the gayest of colors; and no one would have suspected that the occasion was a religious ceremony. Printed programmes of all the details of the procession had been hawked about the streets for the last two days, and Lobo had procured a supply of them; but unfortunately, as they were in Spanish, hardly any of the students could make use of them, though the surgeon, the professors, and the couriers, translated the main items for them.“I suppose you both understand the meaning of the procession we are about to see,” said the doctor, while they waiting.“I don’t,” replied Murray. “My father is a Scotchman, and I was brought up in the kirk.”“The week begins with Palm Sunday, which commemorates the entry of Christ into Jerusalem, when the people cast palm-branches before him; Holy Thursday celebrates the institution of the Lord’s Supper; Good Friday, the crucifixion; Holy Saturday is when water used in baptism is blessed; and Easter Sunday, the greatest of all the holy days except Christmas, is in honor of the resurrection of the Saviour. On Holy Thursday, in Madrid, the late queen used to wash the feet of a dozen beggars, as Christ washed the feet of his disciples. I hear music, and I think the procession is coming.”It was not church music which the band at the head of the procession played, but lively airs from the operas. A line of soldiers formed in front of the spectators that filled the street, to keep them back; and the procession soon came in sight. To say that the boyswere amused would be to express it mildly as the leading feature of the show came into view. It seemed to be a grand masquerade, or a tremendous burlesque. First came a number of persons dressed in long robes of white, black, or violet, gathered up at the waist by a leather belt. On their heads they wore enormous fools’ caps, in the shape of so many sugar-loaves, but at least four feet high.“You mustn’t laugh so as to be observed,” said the doctor to the first lieutenant. “These are the penitents.”“They ought to be penitent for coming out in such a rig,” laughed Murray.A pointed piece of cloth fell from the tall cap of the penitents over the face and down upon the breast, with round holes for the eyes. Some carried torches, and others banners with the arms of some religious order worked on them. These people were a considerable feature of the procession, and they were to be seen through the whole length of it.After them came some men dressed as Roman soldiers, with helmet, cuirass, and yellow tunic, representing the soldiers that took part in the crucifixion. They were followed by a kind of car, which seemed to float along without the help of any bearers; but it was carried by men under it whose forms were concealed by the surrounding drapery that fell to the ground, forming a very effective piece of stage machinery. The car was richly ornamented with gold and velvet, and bore on its top rail several elegant and fancifully shaped lanterns in which candles were burning.On the car was a variety of subjects represented bya dozen figures, carved in wood and painted to the life. Above all the others rose Christ and the two thieves on the crosses. The Virgin Mary was the most noticeable figure. She was dressed in an elegant velvet robe, embroidered with gold, with a lace handkerchief in her hand. A velvet mantle reached from her shoulders over the rail of the car to the ground. Her train was in charge of an angel, who managed it according to her own taste and fancy. On the car were other angels, who seemed to be more ornamental than useful.The rest of the procession was made up of similar materials,—holy men, women and children, crosses, images of saints, such as have often been seen and described. During the rest of the week, the students visited the cathedral, where they saw the blackened remains of King Ferdinand, and other relics that are exhibited at this time, as well as several other of the churches. Easter Sunday came, and the general joy was as extravagantly manifested as though the resurrection were an event of that day. Early in the afternoon crowds of gayly dressed people of all classes and ranks began to crowd towards the bull-ring. All over the city were posted placards announcing thisGran Funcion, with overdrawn pictures of the scenes expected to transpire in the arena. We have one of these bills before us as we write.“As we are to take part in theFuncion, we will go to theplaza” said the doctor, as he and his friends left the cathedral.“Take part!” exclaimed Murray. “I have no idea of fighting a bull. I would rather be on board of the ship.”“Perhaps I should have said ‘assist in theFuncion,’ which is the usual way of expressing it in Spain.”“Who is this?” said Sheridan, as a couple of young men wearing the uniform of the squadron approached the party. “Upon my word, it is Raimundo!”The young men proved to be Raymond and Bark Lingall, just arrived from Gibraltar. The fugitive had resumed his uniform when he expected to join the Tritonia; and, if he had asked any officer of the garrison where the fleet had gone, he could have informed him. In the evening one of them spoke to Raymond at the hotel, asking him how it happened that he had not gone to Seville. This led to an explanation. Raymond and Bark had taken a steamer to Cadiz the next day, and had just arrived in a special train, in season for the bull-fight. The surgeon, who knew all about Raymond’s history, gave him a cordial greeting; and so did his shipmates of the Tritonia.“You are just in time to assist at the bull-fight,” said Scott, who readily took up the Spanish style of expressing it, for it seemed like a huge joke to him.“I don’t care for the bull-fight, but I am glad to be with the fellows once more,” replied Raymond, as he seated himself with the officers of the vessel.Before the show began, he had reported himself to Mr. Lowington and Mr. Pelham; and some of the students who did not understand the matter thought he received a very warm greeting for a returned runaway. But all hands were thinking of the grand spectacle; and not much attention was given to Raymond and Bark, except by their intimate friends.“If the people are so fond of these shows, I shouldthink they would have more of them,” said Sheridan. “This is the first chance we have had to see one; and we have been in Spain four months.”“They cost too much money; and only the large places can afford to have them,” replied the doctor. “It costs about two thousand dollars to get one up in good style. I will tell you all about the performers as they come in.”“But what are all those people doing in the ring?” asked Murray; for the arena was filled with spectators walking about, chatting and smoking.“They are the men who will occupy the lower seats, which are not very comfortable; and they prefer to walk about till the performance begins. They are all deeply interested in the affair, and are talking it over.”“I don’t see many ladies here,” said Sheridan. “I was told that they all attend the bull-fights.”“I should think that one-third of the audience were ladies,” replied the doctor, looking about theplaza. “At those I attended in Madrid, there were not five hundred ladies present.”ThePlaza de Torosat Seville, which the people dignify by calling it theColiseum, is about the same size as the one at Madrid, open at the top, and will seat ten or twelve thousand people. It is circular in form, and the walls may be twenty or twenty-five feet high. Standing in the ring, the lower part of the structure looks much like a country circus on a very large scale; the tiers of seats for the common people sloping down from half the height of the walls to the arena, which is enclosed by a strong fence about five feet high. Inside of the heavy fence enclosing the ring, is another,which separates the spectators from a kind of avenue all around the arena; and above this is stretched a rope, to prevent the bull, in case he should leap the inner fence, from going over among the spectators. This avenue between the two fences is for the use of the performers and various hangers-on at thefuncion.Above the sloping rows of seats, are balconies, or boxes as they would be called in a theatre. They are roofed over, and the front of them presents a continuous colonnade supporting arches, behind which are sloping rows of cushioned seats. In hot weather, awnings are placed in front of those exposed to the sun. Opposite the gates by which the bull is admitted is an elaborately ornamented box for the “autoridad” and the person who presides over the spectacle. The latter was often the late queen, in Madrid; and on the present occasion it was theinfanta, the Marquesa de Montpensier. This box was dressed with flags and bright colors.During the gathering of the vast audience, which some estimated at fifteen thousand, a band had been playing. Punctually at three o’clock came a flourish of trumpets, and twoalguacils, dressed in sober black, rode into the ring; and the people there vacated it, leaping over the fences to their seats. When the arena was clear, another blast announced the first scene of the tragedy.“Now we have a procession of the performers,” said the doctor to his pupils. “The men on horseback arepicadores, frompica, a lance; and you see that each rider carries one.”These men were dressed in full Spanish costume, and wore broad sombreros on their heads, somethinglike a tarpaulin. They were mounted on old hacks of horses, worn out by service on the cabs or omnibuses. They are blindfolded during the fight, to keep them from dodging the bull. The legs of the men are cased in splints of wood and sole-leather to protect them from the horns of the bull. Each of them is paid a hundred dollars for eachcorrida, or performance.“Those men with the red and yellow mantles, or cloaks, on their arms, are thechulos, whose part is to worry the bull, and to call him away from thepicador, or other actor who is in danger,” continued the surgeon. “Next to them are thebanderilleros; and the dart adorned with many colored ribbons is called abanderilla. You will see what this is for when the time comes. The last are thematadors, orespadas; and each of them carries a Toledo blade. They are the heroes of the fight; and, when they are skilful, their reputation extends all over Spain. Montes, one of the most celebrated of them, was killed in acorridain Madrid. Cuchares was another not less noted; and, when I saw him, he was received with a demonstration of applause that would have satisfied a king of Spain. I don’t know what has become of him. I see that the names of fourespadasare given on the bill, besides a supernumerary in case of accident. Theespadasreceive from two to three hundred dollars for acorrida; thebanderilleros, from fifty to seventy-five; and thechulos, from fifteen to twenty.”Analguacilnow entered the ring, and, walking over to the box of the authorities, asked permission to begin the fight. The key of the bull-pen was given to him. He returned, gave it to the keeper of the gate;and made haste to save himself by jumping over the fence, to the great amusement of the vast audience.Most of the students had been informed what all this meant by the interpreters and others; and they waited with no little emotion for the conflict to commence. The bull had been goaded to fury in the pen; and, when the gates were thrown open, he rushed with a bellowing snort into the ring. At first he seemed to be startled by the strange sight before him, and halted at the gate, which had been closed behind him. Twopicadoreshad been stationed on opposite sides of the arena; and, as soon as the bull saw the nearest of these, he dashed towards him. Thepicadorreceived him on the point of his lance, and turned him off. The animal then went for the other, who warded him off in the same way. The audience did not seem to be satisfied with this part of the performance, and yelled as if they had been cheated out of something. It was altogether too tame for them.Then the firstpicador, at these signs of disapprobation, rode to the middle of the ring; and the bull made another onslaught upon him. This time he tumbled horse and rider in a heap on the ground. Then thechulosput in an appearance, and with their red and yellow cloaks attracted the attention of the bull, thus saving thepicadorfrom further harm. While the bull was chasing some of thechulos, more of them went to the assistance of the fallen rider, whose splinted legs did not permit him to rise alone. He was pulled out from beneath his nag; and the poor animal got up, goaded to do so by the kicks of the brutal performers. His stomach had been ripped open by the horns of the bull, and his entrails dragged upon the ground.Some of the students turned pale, and were made sick by the cruel sight. A few of them were obliged to leave their places, which they did amidst the laughter of the Spaniards near them. But the audience applauded heartily, and appeared to be satisfied now that a horse had been gored so terribly. Thepicadorwas lifted upon the mangled steed, and he rode about the ring with the animal’s entrails dragging under him. Thechulosplayed with the bull for a time, till the people became impatient; and then he was permitted to attack the horses again. The one injured before dropped dead under the next assault, to the great relief of the American spectators. The audience became stormy again, and two more horses were killed without appeasing them.“Now we shall have thebanderilleros,” said the doctor, as a flourish of trumpets came from the bandstand.“I have got about enough of it,” said Sheridan faintly.“Brace yourself up, and you will soon become more accustomed to it. You ought to see one bull killed,” added the surgeon.Two men withbanderillasin their hands now entered the ring. These weapons have barbs, so that, when the point is driven into the flesh of the bull, they stick fast, and are not shaken out by the motion of the animal. These men were received with applause; but it was evident that the temper of the assembled multitude required prompt and daring deeds of them. There was to be no unnecessary delay, no dodging or skulking. They were bold fellows, and seemed to be ready forbusiness. One of them showed himself to the bull; and the beast made for him without an instant’s hesitation.Thebanderilleroheld his ground as though he had been tied to the spot; and it looked as if he was surely to be transfixed by the horns of the angry bull. Suddenly, as the animal dropped his head to use his horns, the man swung thebanderillasover his shoulders, and planted both of the darts just behind the neck of the beast, and then dexterously slipped out of the way. This feat was applauded tremendously, and the yells seemed to shake the arena. Vainly the bull tried to shake off the darts, roaring with the pain they gave him.Another flourish of trumpets announced the last scene of the tragedy, and one of theespadasbounded lightly into the ring. He was greeted with hearty applause; and, walking over to the front of themarquesa’sbox, he bent down on one knee, and made a grandiloquent speech, to the effect that for the honor of the city, in the name of the good people there assembled, and for the benefit of the hospital, he would kill the bull or be killed himself in the attempt, if her highness would graciously accord him the permission to do so. Theinfantakindly consented; and theespadawhirled his hat several times over his head, finally jerking it under his left arm over the fence. In his hand he carried a crimson banner, which he presented to the bull; and this was enough to rouse all his fury again.The Bull-fight at Seville.Page406.For a time he played with the furious beast, which continually plunged at the red banner, the man skilfully stepping aside. At last he seemed to be prepared for the final blow. Holding the banner in his left hand, he permitted the bull to make a dive at it; and, while his head was down, he reached over his horns with the sword, and plunged it in between the shoulder-blades. His aim was sure: he had pierced the heart, and the bull dropped dead. Again the applause shook the arena, and the audience in the lower part of the building hurled their hats and caps into the ring; and a shower of cigars, mingled with an occasional piece of silver, followed the head-gear. The victoriousespadapicked up the cigars and money, bowing his thanks all the time, while thechulostossed back the hats and caps.“‘You can take my hat’ is what they mean by that, I suppose,” said Murray.“That is one of the ways a Spanish audience has of expressing their approbation in strong terms,” replied the doctor.A team of half a dozen mules, tricked out in the gayest colors, galloped into the ring; and, when a sling had been passed over the horns of the dead bull, he was dragged out at a side gate. The doors had hardly closed upon the last scene before the main gates were thrown wide open again, and another bull bounded into the arena, where thepicadoresand thechuloswere already in position for action. The second act was about like the first. Four horses were killed by the second bull, which was even more savage than the first. Thebanderillerowas unfortunate in his first attempt, and was hooted by the audience; but in a second attempt he redeemed himself. Theespadagot his sword into the bull; but he did not hit the vitalpart, and he was unable to withdraw his weapon. The animal flew around the ring with the sword in his shoulders, while the audience yelled, and taunted the unlucky hero. It was not allowable for him to take another sword; and the bull was lured to the side of the ring, where theespadaleaped upon a screen, and recovered his blade. In a second trial he did the business so handsomely that he regained the credit he had temporarily lost.Many of the students did not stay to see the second bull slain; and not more than half of them staid till the conclusion of thefuncion. One of the last of the bulls would not fight at all, and evidently belonged to the peace society; but neither the audience nor thelidiadoreshad any mercy for him.“Perros! Perros!” shouted the audience, when it was found that the bull had no pluck.“Perros! Perros!” screamed some of the wildest of the students, without having the least idea what the word meant.“What does all that mean?” asked Murray.“Perrosmeans dogs. Not long ago, when a bull would not fight, they used to set dogs upon him to worry and excite him,” answered the doctor.“Well, will they set the dogs upon him?” inquired Murray.“No, I suppose not; for here in the bill it says, ‘No dogs will be used; but fire-banderillaswill be substituted for bulls that will not fight at the call of the authorities.’”This expedient was resorted to in the present case; the bull was frightened, and showed a little pluck.After he had upset apicador, and charged on achulo, he leaped over the fence into the avenue. The loafers gathered there sprang into the ring; but the animal was speedily driven back, and was finally killed without having done any great damage to the horses.The last bull was the fiercest of them all; and he came into the arena roaring like a lion. He demolished twopicadoresin the twinkling of an eye, and made it lively for all the performers. “Bravo, Toro!” shouted the people, for they applaud the bull as well as the actors. Theespadastabbed him three times before he killed him.Six bulls and seventeen horses had been slain: the last one had killed five. Even the most insensible of the students had had enough of it; and most of them declared that it was the most barbarous spectacle they had ever seen. They pitied the poor horses, and some of them would not have been greatly distressed if the bull had tossed up a few of the performers. The doctor was disgusted, though he had done his best to have the students see thiscosa de España. The principal refused to go farther than the gate of theplaza.“I don’t care to see another,” said Dr. Winstock to his Spanish friend, who sat near him. “It is barbarous; and I hope the people of Spain will soon abolish these spectacles.”“Barbarous, is it?” laughed the Spanish gentleman. “Do you think it is any worse than the prize-fights you have in England and America?”“Only a few low ruffians go to prize-fights in England and America,” replied the doctor warmly. “They are forbidden by law, and those who engage in themare sent to the penitentiary. But bull-fights are managed by the authorities of the province, presided over by the queen or members of the royal family.”All hands returned to the vessels of the squadron; and early the next morning the fleet sailed for Gibraltar. The river was still very high; and, though the Prince stirred up the mud once or twice, she reached the mouth of the river in good time, and the squadron stood away for the Rock, where it arrived the next day.Raymond was delighted to be on board of the Tritonia again, and at his duties. Enough of his story was told to the students to enable them to understand his case, and why he had been excused for running away. New rank had been assigned at the beginning of the month, and Raymond found on his return that he was second master, as before; the faculty voting that he was entitled to his old rank.Bark Lingall had worked a full month since his reformation; and when he went on board the Tritonia, at Seville, he was delighted to find that he was third master, and entitled to a place in the cabin. On the voyage to Gibraltar, he wore the uniform of his rank, and made no complaint of the sneers of Ben Pardee and Lon Gibbs, who had not yet concluded to turn over a new leaf.As soon as the Prince had coaled, and the vessels were watered and provisioned for the voyage, the fleet sailed; and what new climes the students visited, and what adventures they had, will be related in “Isles of the Sea; or, Young America Homeward Bound.”

THE BULL-FIGHT AT SEVILLE.

“Nowwe are under the meteor flag of old England,” said Clyde Blacklock, the fourth lieutenant of the Prince, after the squadron had come to anchor off the Rock.

“Do you call that the meteor flag of England?” laughed Murray, as he pointed to the stars and stripes at the peak of the steamer.

“We are in British waters anyhow,” replied Clyde.

“That’s so; but the flag you are under just now is the glorious flag of the United States of America—long may it wave!”

“They are both glorious flags,” said Dr. Winstock; “and both nations ought to be proud of what they have done for the human race.”

“And Johnny Bull is the father of Brother Jonathan,” added Clyde.

“There is the sunset gun,” said the doctor, as the report pealed across the water, and a cloud of smoke rose from one of the numerous batteries on the shore. “The gates of the town are closed now, and no one is allowed to enter or leave after this hour.”

The surgeon continued to point out various buildingsand batteries, rather to prevent the students from engaging in an international wrangle, to which a few were somewhat inclined, than for any other reason, though he was always employed in imparting information to them.

The next morning, as soon as the arrangements were completed, the several ships’ companies landed at the same time, and marched in procession to the top of the hill, where the students were formed in a hollow square to hear what Professor Mapps had to say about the Rock. The view was magnificent, for the hill is fourteen hundred and thirty feet above the sea level.

“Young gentlemen, I know that the view from this height is grand and beautiful,” the professor began, “and I cannot blame you for wishing to enjoy it at once; but I wish you to give your attention to the history of the Rock for a few minutes, and then I shall ask Dr. Winstock, who is more familiar with the place than I am, to point out to you in detail the various objects under your eye.”

In addition to the twenty non-commissioned officers who had been detailed to act as guides for the party, quite a number of superior officers, and not a few ladies, formed a part of the professor’s audience. The latter had been attracted by curiosity to follow the students; and the majors, captains, and lieutenants were already on speaking-terms with the principal, the vice-principals, and the professors, though no formal introductions had taken place; and, before the day was over, all hands had established a very pleasant relation with the officers of the garrison and their families.

“When the Phœnicians came to the Rock and toCadiz, they believed they had reached the end of the world; and here they erected one of the two Pillars of Hercules, which have already been mentioned to you. The Berbers were the original inhabitants of the Barbary States; and Tarìk, a leader of this people, captured the place. He gave his own name to his conquest, calling it Ghebal-Tarìk, or the Hill of Tarìk. This was in 711; but Guzman the Good, the first of the Dukes of Medina Sidonia, recovered it in 1309. Soon after, the Spanish governor of the Rock stole the money appropriated for its defence, employing it in a land speculation at Xeres; and the place surrendered to the Moors. In 1462 another Duke of Medina Sidonia drove out the Moslems; and Spain held the Rock till 1704. In this year, during the war of the Spanish succession, the fortress was attacked by the combined forces of the English and the Dutch. The Spanish garrison consisted of only one hundred and fifty men; but it killed or disabled nearly twice this number of the assailants before the Rock was surrendered, which shows that it was a very strong place even then; and its defences have been doubled since that time. The Spaniards have made repeated attempts to recover possession of the fortress, but without success; and it has been settled that it is entirely impregnable.”

The English officers applauded this last statement; and Dr. Winstock, stepping upon the rock which served the professor for a rostrum, proceeded to point out the objects on interest in sight.

“You have two grand divisions before you,” said the surgeon. “On the other side of the strait is Africa, with its rough steeps. The nest of white houses yousee at the head of the deep bay is Ceuta; and the hill is the Mount Abyla of the ancients, on which the other Pillar of Hercules was planted. Turning to the west, the broad Atlantic is before you. Below is the beautiful Bay of Gibraltar, with Algeciras on the opposite side. The village north of us is San Roque; and the lofty snow-capped mountains in the north-east are the Sierra Nevadas, which you saw from Granada. Now look at what is nearer to us. The strait is from twelve to fifteen miles wide. Perhaps you saw some of the monkeys that inhabit the Rock on your way up the hill. Though there are plenty of them on the other side of the strait, they are not found in a wild state in any part of Europe except on this Rock. How they got here, is the conundrum; and some credulous people insist that there is a tunnel under the strait by which they came over.

“Below you is Europa Point; or, rather, three capes with this name. You see the beautiful gardens near the Point; and in the hands of the English people the whole Rock blossoms like the rose, while, if any other people had it, it would be a desolate waste. Stretching out into the bay, near the dockyard, is the new mole, which is seven hundred feet long. The one near the landing-port is eleven hundred feet; but it shelters only the small craft. The low, sandy strip of ground that bounds the Rock on the north is the Neutral Ground, where the sentinels of the two countries are always on duty. This strip of land is diked, so that it can be inundated and rendered impassable to an army in a few moments.”

The doctor finished his remarks, but we have notreported all that he said; nor have we space for the speeches of a couple of the English officers who were invited to address the students, though they gave much information in regard to the fortress and garrison life at the Rock. The crowd was divided into small parties, and spent the rest of the day in exploring the fortifications with the guides. As usual, the doctor had the captain and first lieutenant under his special charge.

“The east and south sides of the Rock, as you observed when we came into the bay from Malaga,” said he, “are almost perpendicular; and at first sight it would seem to be absurd to fortify a steep which no one could possibly ascend. But an enemy would find a way to get up if it were not for the guns that cover this part of the Rock. The north end is also too steep to climb. The west side, where we came up by the zigzag path, has a gentler slope; and this is protected by batteries in every direction.”

“I can see the guns of the batteries; but I do not see any on the north and east sides of the Rock,” said Sheridan.

“The edges of the Rock on all sides are tunnelled: and these galleries form a series of casemates, with embrasures, or port-holes, every thirty or forty yards, through which the great guns are pointed. These galleries are in tiers, or stories, and there are miles of them. They were made just before the French Revolution began, nearly a hundred years after the English got possession.”

“They must have cost a pile of money,” suggested Murray.

“Yes; and it costs a pile of money to support them,” added the doctor. “Five thousand troops are kept here in time of peace. Some British statesmen have advocated the policy of giving or selling the Rock to Spain; for it has been a standing grievance to this power to have England own a part of the peninsula. But in other than a military view the Rock is valuable to England. Whatever wars may be in progress on the face of the earth, her naval and commercial vessels can always find shelter in the port of Gibraltar.”

“But I don’t see how it could prevent ships of war from entering the Mediterranean Sea,” added Sheridan.

“I doubt whether it could ever do that except by sheltering a fleet to do the fighting; for no gun in existence could send a shot ten or twelve miles,” replied the doctor.

By this time the party had reached the entrance of the galleries, and they went in to view what the surgeon had described. The students were amazed at the extent of the tunnels, and the vast quantities of shot and shell piled up in every part of the works; at the great guns, and the appliances for handling them. They walked till they were tired out; and then the party descended to the town for a lunch.

“This isn’t much of a city,” said Murray, as they walked through its narrow and crooked streets to Commercial Square, where the hotels are located.

“I believe the people do not brag of it, though it contains much that is interesting,” replied the doctor. “You find all sorts of people here: there are Moors, Jews, Greeks, Portuguese, and Spaniards, besides the English. This is a free port, and vast quantities of goods are smuggled into Spain from this town.”

They lunched at the Club-House; and it was a luxury to sit at the table with English people, who do not wear their hats, or smoke between the courses. After this important duty had been disposed of, the party walked to thealameda, as the Spaniards call it, or the parade and public garden as the English have it. It is an exceedingly pleasant retreat to an English-speaking traveller who has just come from Spain, for every thing is in the English fashion. It contains a monument to the Duke of Wellington, and another to General Lord Heathfield. The party enjoyed this garden so much that they remained there till it was time to go on board of the ship.

Three days were spent at the Rock, and many courtesies were exchanged between the sailors and the soldiers. The students saw a review of a brigade, and the officers were feasted at the mess-rooms of the garrison. The principal was sorely tried when he saw the wine passing around among the military men; but the students drank the toasts in water. In return for these civilities, the officers were invited on board of the vessels of the squadron; the yards were manned; the crews were exercised in the various evolutions of seamanship; and a bountiful collation was served in each vessel. Everybody was happy.

Dr. Winstock was a little more “gamy” than the principal; and, when he heard that there was to be a bull-fight at Seville on Easter Sunday, he declared that it would be a pity to take the students away from Spain without seeing the national spectacle. He suggested that the ceremonies of Holy Week would also be very interesting. The question was discussed for a longtime. All the rest of their lives these young men would be obliged to say that they had been to Spain without seeing a bull-fight. The professors were consulted; and they were unanimously in favor of making a second visit to Seville. It was decided to adopt the doctor’s suggestion.

“But it will be impossible to get into the hotels,” added Dr. Winstock. “They all double their prices, and are filled to overflowing for several days before the ceremonies begin.”

“Then, why did you suggest the idea of going?” laughed the principal. “The boys must have something to eat, and a place to sleep.”

“I think we can do better than to go to the hotels, even if we could get into them,” replied the doctor. “The Guadalquiver is very high at the present time, and the fleet will go up to Seville without quarrelling with the bottom. We can anchor off theToro del Oro, and save all the hotel-bills.”

This plan was adopted; and the order to coal the steamer for the voyage across the Atlantic was rescinded, so that she might go up the river as light as possible. Half a dozen officers of the garrison were taken as passengers, guests of the officers, for the excursion, as the steamer was to return to the Rock. On Tuesday morning the fleet sailed. While the schooners remained off Cadiz, the Prince ran in and obtained three pilots,—a father and his two sons,—and distributed them among the vessels. At the mouth of the river the Prince took her consorts in tow. They were lashed together, and a hawser extended to each of them. Off Bonanza the vessels anchored for thenight; for the pilots would not take the risk of running in the darkness. In the morning the voyage was renewed. Portions of the country were flooded with water, for the ice and snows in the mountains were melting in the warm weather of spring. Indeed, there was so much water that it bothered the pilot of the steamer to keep in the channel, for the high water covered some of his landmarks. There were some sharp turns to be made; and the pilots in the Tritonia and Josephine had to be as active as their father in the steamer; for, in making these curves, the hawser of the outer vessel had to be slacked off; and, when the ropes were well run out, the steamer was stopped, and they were hauled in. But, before sunset, the fleet was at anchor off Seville.

The next day was Holy Thursday, and all hands were landed to see the sights. The city was crowded with people. All along the streets through which the procession was to pass, seats were arranged for the spectators, which were rented for the occasion, as in the large cities at home. The trip to Seville had been decided upon a week before the vessels arrived, and while they were at Malaga. Couriers had been sent ahead to engage places for the procession, and in theColiseo de Toros. Lobo and Ramos were on the quay when the boats landed; and the students were conducted to the places assigned to them. They went early, and had to wait a long time; but the people were almost as interesting as the “Gran Funcion” as they call any spectacle, whether it be a bull-fight or a church occasion.

Not only was the street where they were seated fullof people, but all the houses were dressed in the gayest of colors; and no one would have suspected that the occasion was a religious ceremony. Printed programmes of all the details of the procession had been hawked about the streets for the last two days, and Lobo had procured a supply of them; but unfortunately, as they were in Spanish, hardly any of the students could make use of them, though the surgeon, the professors, and the couriers, translated the main items for them.

“I suppose you both understand the meaning of the procession we are about to see,” said the doctor, while they waiting.

“I don’t,” replied Murray. “My father is a Scotchman, and I was brought up in the kirk.”

“The week begins with Palm Sunday, which commemorates the entry of Christ into Jerusalem, when the people cast palm-branches before him; Holy Thursday celebrates the institution of the Lord’s Supper; Good Friday, the crucifixion; Holy Saturday is when water used in baptism is blessed; and Easter Sunday, the greatest of all the holy days except Christmas, is in honor of the resurrection of the Saviour. On Holy Thursday, in Madrid, the late queen used to wash the feet of a dozen beggars, as Christ washed the feet of his disciples. I hear music, and I think the procession is coming.”

It was not church music which the band at the head of the procession played, but lively airs from the operas. A line of soldiers formed in front of the spectators that filled the street, to keep them back; and the procession soon came in sight. To say that the boyswere amused would be to express it mildly as the leading feature of the show came into view. It seemed to be a grand masquerade, or a tremendous burlesque. First came a number of persons dressed in long robes of white, black, or violet, gathered up at the waist by a leather belt. On their heads they wore enormous fools’ caps, in the shape of so many sugar-loaves, but at least four feet high.

“You mustn’t laugh so as to be observed,” said the doctor to the first lieutenant. “These are the penitents.”

“They ought to be penitent for coming out in such a rig,” laughed Murray.

A pointed piece of cloth fell from the tall cap of the penitents over the face and down upon the breast, with round holes for the eyes. Some carried torches, and others banners with the arms of some religious order worked on them. These people were a considerable feature of the procession, and they were to be seen through the whole length of it.

After them came some men dressed as Roman soldiers, with helmet, cuirass, and yellow tunic, representing the soldiers that took part in the crucifixion. They were followed by a kind of car, which seemed to float along without the help of any bearers; but it was carried by men under it whose forms were concealed by the surrounding drapery that fell to the ground, forming a very effective piece of stage machinery. The car was richly ornamented with gold and velvet, and bore on its top rail several elegant and fancifully shaped lanterns in which candles were burning.

On the car was a variety of subjects represented bya dozen figures, carved in wood and painted to the life. Above all the others rose Christ and the two thieves on the crosses. The Virgin Mary was the most noticeable figure. She was dressed in an elegant velvet robe, embroidered with gold, with a lace handkerchief in her hand. A velvet mantle reached from her shoulders over the rail of the car to the ground. Her train was in charge of an angel, who managed it according to her own taste and fancy. On the car were other angels, who seemed to be more ornamental than useful.

The rest of the procession was made up of similar materials,—holy men, women and children, crosses, images of saints, such as have often been seen and described. During the rest of the week, the students visited the cathedral, where they saw the blackened remains of King Ferdinand, and other relics that are exhibited at this time, as well as several other of the churches. Easter Sunday came, and the general joy was as extravagantly manifested as though the resurrection were an event of that day. Early in the afternoon crowds of gayly dressed people of all classes and ranks began to crowd towards the bull-ring. All over the city were posted placards announcing thisGran Funcion, with overdrawn pictures of the scenes expected to transpire in the arena. We have one of these bills before us as we write.

“As we are to take part in theFuncion, we will go to theplaza” said the doctor, as he and his friends left the cathedral.

“Take part!” exclaimed Murray. “I have no idea of fighting a bull. I would rather be on board of the ship.”

“Perhaps I should have said ‘assist in theFuncion,’ which is the usual way of expressing it in Spain.”

“Who is this?” said Sheridan, as a couple of young men wearing the uniform of the squadron approached the party. “Upon my word, it is Raimundo!”

The young men proved to be Raymond and Bark Lingall, just arrived from Gibraltar. The fugitive had resumed his uniform when he expected to join the Tritonia; and, if he had asked any officer of the garrison where the fleet had gone, he could have informed him. In the evening one of them spoke to Raymond at the hotel, asking him how it happened that he had not gone to Seville. This led to an explanation. Raymond and Bark had taken a steamer to Cadiz the next day, and had just arrived in a special train, in season for the bull-fight. The surgeon, who knew all about Raymond’s history, gave him a cordial greeting; and so did his shipmates of the Tritonia.

“You are just in time to assist at the bull-fight,” said Scott, who readily took up the Spanish style of expressing it, for it seemed like a huge joke to him.

“I don’t care for the bull-fight, but I am glad to be with the fellows once more,” replied Raymond, as he seated himself with the officers of the vessel.

Before the show began, he had reported himself to Mr. Lowington and Mr. Pelham; and some of the students who did not understand the matter thought he received a very warm greeting for a returned runaway. But all hands were thinking of the grand spectacle; and not much attention was given to Raymond and Bark, except by their intimate friends.

“If the people are so fond of these shows, I shouldthink they would have more of them,” said Sheridan. “This is the first chance we have had to see one; and we have been in Spain four months.”

“They cost too much money; and only the large places can afford to have them,” replied the doctor. “It costs about two thousand dollars to get one up in good style. I will tell you all about the performers as they come in.”

“But what are all those people doing in the ring?” asked Murray; for the arena was filled with spectators walking about, chatting and smoking.

“They are the men who will occupy the lower seats, which are not very comfortable; and they prefer to walk about till the performance begins. They are all deeply interested in the affair, and are talking it over.”

“I don’t see many ladies here,” said Sheridan. “I was told that they all attend the bull-fights.”

“I should think that one-third of the audience were ladies,” replied the doctor, looking about theplaza. “At those I attended in Madrid, there were not five hundred ladies present.”

ThePlaza de Torosat Seville, which the people dignify by calling it theColiseum, is about the same size as the one at Madrid, open at the top, and will seat ten or twelve thousand people. It is circular in form, and the walls may be twenty or twenty-five feet high. Standing in the ring, the lower part of the structure looks much like a country circus on a very large scale; the tiers of seats for the common people sloping down from half the height of the walls to the arena, which is enclosed by a strong fence about five feet high. Inside of the heavy fence enclosing the ring, is another,which separates the spectators from a kind of avenue all around the arena; and above this is stretched a rope, to prevent the bull, in case he should leap the inner fence, from going over among the spectators. This avenue between the two fences is for the use of the performers and various hangers-on at thefuncion.

Above the sloping rows of seats, are balconies, or boxes as they would be called in a theatre. They are roofed over, and the front of them presents a continuous colonnade supporting arches, behind which are sloping rows of cushioned seats. In hot weather, awnings are placed in front of those exposed to the sun. Opposite the gates by which the bull is admitted is an elaborately ornamented box for the “autoridad” and the person who presides over the spectacle. The latter was often the late queen, in Madrid; and on the present occasion it was theinfanta, the Marquesa de Montpensier. This box was dressed with flags and bright colors.

During the gathering of the vast audience, which some estimated at fifteen thousand, a band had been playing. Punctually at three o’clock came a flourish of trumpets, and twoalguacils, dressed in sober black, rode into the ring; and the people there vacated it, leaping over the fences to their seats. When the arena was clear, another blast announced the first scene of the tragedy.

“Now we have a procession of the performers,” said the doctor to his pupils. “The men on horseback arepicadores, frompica, a lance; and you see that each rider carries one.”

These men were dressed in full Spanish costume, and wore broad sombreros on their heads, somethinglike a tarpaulin. They were mounted on old hacks of horses, worn out by service on the cabs or omnibuses. They are blindfolded during the fight, to keep them from dodging the bull. The legs of the men are cased in splints of wood and sole-leather to protect them from the horns of the bull. Each of them is paid a hundred dollars for eachcorrida, or performance.

“Those men with the red and yellow mantles, or cloaks, on their arms, are thechulos, whose part is to worry the bull, and to call him away from thepicador, or other actor who is in danger,” continued the surgeon. “Next to them are thebanderilleros; and the dart adorned with many colored ribbons is called abanderilla. You will see what this is for when the time comes. The last are thematadors, orespadas; and each of them carries a Toledo blade. They are the heroes of the fight; and, when they are skilful, their reputation extends all over Spain. Montes, one of the most celebrated of them, was killed in acorridain Madrid. Cuchares was another not less noted; and, when I saw him, he was received with a demonstration of applause that would have satisfied a king of Spain. I don’t know what has become of him. I see that the names of fourespadasare given on the bill, besides a supernumerary in case of accident. Theespadasreceive from two to three hundred dollars for acorrida; thebanderilleros, from fifty to seventy-five; and thechulos, from fifteen to twenty.”

Analguacilnow entered the ring, and, walking over to the box of the authorities, asked permission to begin the fight. The key of the bull-pen was given to him. He returned, gave it to the keeper of the gate;and made haste to save himself by jumping over the fence, to the great amusement of the vast audience.

Most of the students had been informed what all this meant by the interpreters and others; and they waited with no little emotion for the conflict to commence. The bull had been goaded to fury in the pen; and, when the gates were thrown open, he rushed with a bellowing snort into the ring. At first he seemed to be startled by the strange sight before him, and halted at the gate, which had been closed behind him. Twopicadoreshad been stationed on opposite sides of the arena; and, as soon as the bull saw the nearest of these, he dashed towards him. Thepicadorreceived him on the point of his lance, and turned him off. The animal then went for the other, who warded him off in the same way. The audience did not seem to be satisfied with this part of the performance, and yelled as if they had been cheated out of something. It was altogether too tame for them.

Then the firstpicador, at these signs of disapprobation, rode to the middle of the ring; and the bull made another onslaught upon him. This time he tumbled horse and rider in a heap on the ground. Then thechulosput in an appearance, and with their red and yellow cloaks attracted the attention of the bull, thus saving thepicadorfrom further harm. While the bull was chasing some of thechulos, more of them went to the assistance of the fallen rider, whose splinted legs did not permit him to rise alone. He was pulled out from beneath his nag; and the poor animal got up, goaded to do so by the kicks of the brutal performers. His stomach had been ripped open by the horns of the bull, and his entrails dragged upon the ground.

Some of the students turned pale, and were made sick by the cruel sight. A few of them were obliged to leave their places, which they did amidst the laughter of the Spaniards near them. But the audience applauded heartily, and appeared to be satisfied now that a horse had been gored so terribly. Thepicadorwas lifted upon the mangled steed, and he rode about the ring with the animal’s entrails dragging under him. Thechulosplayed with the bull for a time, till the people became impatient; and then he was permitted to attack the horses again. The one injured before dropped dead under the next assault, to the great relief of the American spectators. The audience became stormy again, and two more horses were killed without appeasing them.

“Now we shall have thebanderilleros,” said the doctor, as a flourish of trumpets came from the bandstand.

“I have got about enough of it,” said Sheridan faintly.

“Brace yourself up, and you will soon become more accustomed to it. You ought to see one bull killed,” added the surgeon.

Two men withbanderillasin their hands now entered the ring. These weapons have barbs, so that, when the point is driven into the flesh of the bull, they stick fast, and are not shaken out by the motion of the animal. These men were received with applause; but it was evident that the temper of the assembled multitude required prompt and daring deeds of them. There was to be no unnecessary delay, no dodging or skulking. They were bold fellows, and seemed to be ready forbusiness. One of them showed himself to the bull; and the beast made for him without an instant’s hesitation.

Thebanderilleroheld his ground as though he had been tied to the spot; and it looked as if he was surely to be transfixed by the horns of the angry bull. Suddenly, as the animal dropped his head to use his horns, the man swung thebanderillasover his shoulders, and planted both of the darts just behind the neck of the beast, and then dexterously slipped out of the way. This feat was applauded tremendously, and the yells seemed to shake the arena. Vainly the bull tried to shake off the darts, roaring with the pain they gave him.

Another flourish of trumpets announced the last scene of the tragedy, and one of theespadasbounded lightly into the ring. He was greeted with hearty applause; and, walking over to the front of themarquesa’sbox, he bent down on one knee, and made a grandiloquent speech, to the effect that for the honor of the city, in the name of the good people there assembled, and for the benefit of the hospital, he would kill the bull or be killed himself in the attempt, if her highness would graciously accord him the permission to do so. Theinfantakindly consented; and theespadawhirled his hat several times over his head, finally jerking it under his left arm over the fence. In his hand he carried a crimson banner, which he presented to the bull; and this was enough to rouse all his fury again.

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For a time he played with the furious beast, which continually plunged at the red banner, the man skilfully stepping aside. At last he seemed to be prepared for the final blow. Holding the banner in his left hand, he permitted the bull to make a dive at it; and, while his head was down, he reached over his horns with the sword, and plunged it in between the shoulder-blades. His aim was sure: he had pierced the heart, and the bull dropped dead. Again the applause shook the arena, and the audience in the lower part of the building hurled their hats and caps into the ring; and a shower of cigars, mingled with an occasional piece of silver, followed the head-gear. The victoriousespadapicked up the cigars and money, bowing his thanks all the time, while thechulostossed back the hats and caps.

“‘You can take my hat’ is what they mean by that, I suppose,” said Murray.

“That is one of the ways a Spanish audience has of expressing their approbation in strong terms,” replied the doctor.

A team of half a dozen mules, tricked out in the gayest colors, galloped into the ring; and, when a sling had been passed over the horns of the dead bull, he was dragged out at a side gate. The doors had hardly closed upon the last scene before the main gates were thrown wide open again, and another bull bounded into the arena, where thepicadoresand thechuloswere already in position for action. The second act was about like the first. Four horses were killed by the second bull, which was even more savage than the first. Thebanderillerowas unfortunate in his first attempt, and was hooted by the audience; but in a second attempt he redeemed himself. Theespadagot his sword into the bull; but he did not hit the vitalpart, and he was unable to withdraw his weapon. The animal flew around the ring with the sword in his shoulders, while the audience yelled, and taunted the unlucky hero. It was not allowable for him to take another sword; and the bull was lured to the side of the ring, where theespadaleaped upon a screen, and recovered his blade. In a second trial he did the business so handsomely that he regained the credit he had temporarily lost.

Many of the students did not stay to see the second bull slain; and not more than half of them staid till the conclusion of thefuncion. One of the last of the bulls would not fight at all, and evidently belonged to the peace society; but neither the audience nor thelidiadoreshad any mercy for him.

“Perros! Perros!” shouted the audience, when it was found that the bull had no pluck.

“Perros! Perros!” screamed some of the wildest of the students, without having the least idea what the word meant.

“What does all that mean?” asked Murray.

“Perrosmeans dogs. Not long ago, when a bull would not fight, they used to set dogs upon him to worry and excite him,” answered the doctor.

“Well, will they set the dogs upon him?” inquired Murray.

“No, I suppose not; for here in the bill it says, ‘No dogs will be used; but fire-banderillaswill be substituted for bulls that will not fight at the call of the authorities.’”

This expedient was resorted to in the present case; the bull was frightened, and showed a little pluck.After he had upset apicador, and charged on achulo, he leaped over the fence into the avenue. The loafers gathered there sprang into the ring; but the animal was speedily driven back, and was finally killed without having done any great damage to the horses.

The last bull was the fiercest of them all; and he came into the arena roaring like a lion. He demolished twopicadoresin the twinkling of an eye, and made it lively for all the performers. “Bravo, Toro!” shouted the people, for they applaud the bull as well as the actors. Theespadastabbed him three times before he killed him.

Six bulls and seventeen horses had been slain: the last one had killed five. Even the most insensible of the students had had enough of it; and most of them declared that it was the most barbarous spectacle they had ever seen. They pitied the poor horses, and some of them would not have been greatly distressed if the bull had tossed up a few of the performers. The doctor was disgusted, though he had done his best to have the students see thiscosa de España. The principal refused to go farther than the gate of theplaza.

“I don’t care to see another,” said Dr. Winstock to his Spanish friend, who sat near him. “It is barbarous; and I hope the people of Spain will soon abolish these spectacles.”

“Barbarous, is it?” laughed the Spanish gentleman. “Do you think it is any worse than the prize-fights you have in England and America?”

“Only a few low ruffians go to prize-fights in England and America,” replied the doctor warmly. “They are forbidden by law, and those who engage in themare sent to the penitentiary. But bull-fights are managed by the authorities of the province, presided over by the queen or members of the royal family.”

All hands returned to the vessels of the squadron; and early the next morning the fleet sailed for Gibraltar. The river was still very high; and, though the Prince stirred up the mud once or twice, she reached the mouth of the river in good time, and the squadron stood away for the Rock, where it arrived the next day.

Raymond was delighted to be on board of the Tritonia again, and at his duties. Enough of his story was told to the students to enable them to understand his case, and why he had been excused for running away. New rank had been assigned at the beginning of the month, and Raymond found on his return that he was second master, as before; the faculty voting that he was entitled to his old rank.

Bark Lingall had worked a full month since his reformation; and when he went on board the Tritonia, at Seville, he was delighted to find that he was third master, and entitled to a place in the cabin. On the voyage to Gibraltar, he wore the uniform of his rank, and made no complaint of the sneers of Ben Pardee and Lon Gibbs, who had not yet concluded to turn over a new leaf.

As soon as the Prince had coaled, and the vessels were watered and provisioned for the voyage, the fleet sailed; and what new climes the students visited, and what adventures they had, will be related in “Isles of the Sea; or, Young America Homeward Bound.”

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The Boat Club; or, The Bunkers of Rippleton.All Aboard; or, Life on the Lake.Now or Never; or, The Adventures of Bobby Bright.Try Again; or, The Trials and Triumphs of Harry West.Poor and Proud; or, The Fortunes of Katy Redburn.Little by Little; or, The Cruise of the Flyaway.

Through by Daylight; or, The Young Engineer of the Lake Shore Railroad.Lightning Express; or, The Rival Academies.On Time, or, The Young Captain of the Ucayga Steamer.Switch Off, or, The War of the Students.Break Up; or, The Young Peacemakers.Bear and Forbear; or, The Young Skipper of Lake Ucayga.

The Soldier Boy; or, Tom Somers in the Army.The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army Officer.Fighting Joe; or, The Fortunes of a Staff Officer.

The Sailor Boy; or, Jack Somers in the Navy.The Yankee Middy; or, Adventures of a Naval Officer.Brave Old Salt; or, Life on the Quarter-Deck.

The Starry Flag; or, The Young Fisherman of Cape Ann.Breaking Away; or, The Fortunes of a Student.Seek and Find; or, The Adventures of a Smart Boy.Freaks of Fortune; or, Half Round the World.Make or Break; or, The Rich Man’s Daughter.Down the River; or, Buck Bradford and the Tyrants.

Rich and Humble; or, The Mission of Bertha Grant.In School and Out; or, The Conquest of Richard Grant.Watch and Wait; or, The Young Fugitives.Work and Win; or, Noddy Newman on a Cruise.Hope and Have; or, Fanny Grant among the Indians.Haste and Waste; or, The Young Pilot of Lake Champlain.

Little Bobtail; or, The Wreck of the Penobscot.The Yacht Club; or, The Young Boat Builders.Money Maker; or, The Victory of the Basilisk.The Coming Wave; or, The Treasure of High Rock,The Dorcas Club; or, Our Girls Afloat.Ocean Born; or, The Cruise of the Clubs.

Field and Forest; or, The Fortunes of a Farmer.Plane and Plank; or, The Mishaps of a Mechanic.Desk and Debit; or, The Catastrophes of a Clerk.Cringle and Cross-Tree; or, The Sea Swashes of a Sailor.Bivouac and Battle; or, The Struggles of a Soldier.Sea and Shore; or, The Tramps of a Traveller.

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Outward Bound; or, Young America Afloat.Shamrock and Thistle; or, Young America in Ireland and Scotland.Red Cross; or, Young America in England and Wales.Dikes and Ditches, or, Young America in Holland and Belgium.Palace and Cottage; or, Young America in France and Switzerland.Down the Rhine; or, Young America in Germany.

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Up the Baltic; or, Young America in Norway, Sweden, and Denmark.Northern Lands; or, Young America in Russia and Prussia.Cross and Crescent; or, Young America in Turkey and Greece.Sunny Shores; or, Young America in Italy and Austria.Vine and Olive; or, Young America in Spain and Portugal.Isles of the Sea; or, Young America Homeward Bound.

Going West; or, The Perils of a Poor Boy.Out West; or, Roughing it on the Great Lakes.Lake Breezes.

FOOTNOTE:[1]King Amedeo abdicated Feb. 11, 1874; and Alfonso XII., son of Isabella II., was proclaimed king of Spain Dec. 31, 1874, thus restoring the Bourbons to the throne. Alfonso was about seventeen when he became king.

[1]King Amedeo abdicated Feb. 11, 1874; and Alfonso XII., son of Isabella II., was proclaimed king of Spain Dec. 31, 1874, thus restoring the Bourbons to the throne. Alfonso was about seventeen when he became king.

[1]King Amedeo abdicated Feb. 11, 1874; and Alfonso XII., son of Isabella II., was proclaimed king of Spain Dec. 31, 1874, thus restoring the Bourbons to the throne. Alfonso was about seventeen when he became king.

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