We Gave Up This Bull-Fight At Once, But We Were The More Resolved To See
A Bull-Fight Because
We still owed it to the Spanish people to come away
before we had time to look at it, and
We said we would certainly go at
Cordova where we should spend the next Sabbath. At Cordova we learned
that it was the closed season for bull-fighting, but vague hopes of
usefulness to the Spanish public were held out to us at Seville, the
very metropolis of bull-fighting, where the bulls came bellowing up from
their native fields athirst for the blood of the profession and the
_aficionados,_ who outnumber there the amateurs of the whole rest of
Spain. But at Seville we were told that there would be no more
bull-feasts, as the Spaniards much more preferably call the bullfights,
till April, and now we were only in October. We said, Never mind; we
would go to a bull-feast in Granada; but at Granada the season was even
more hopelessly closed. In Ronda itself, which is the heart, as Seville
is the home of the bull-feast, we could only see the inside of the empty
arena; and at Algeciras the outside alone offered itself to our vision.
By this time the sense of duty was so strong upon us that if there had
been a bull-feast we would have shared in it and stayed through till the
last _espada_ dropped dead, gored through, at the knees of the last bull
transfixed by his unerring sword; and the other _toreros,_ the
_banderilleros_ with their darts and the picadors with their
disemboweled horses, lay scattered over the blood-stained arena.
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