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of--an important class at
the festival of San Juan--they who are to be competitors in the sports--
the real wrestlers in the games.
These are young men of all grades in society, and all of them
mounted-- of course, each in the best way he can. There they go,
prancing over the ground, causing their gaily caparisoned steeds to
caper and curvet, especially in front of the tiers of seated senoritas.
There are miners among them, and young hacendados, and rancheros,
and vaqueros, and ciboleros, and young merchants who ride well.
Every one rides well in Mexico--even the dwellers in cities are good
horsemen.
Nearly a hundred are there of these youths who intend to take part in
the various trials of skill in equitation.
Let the sports begin!
CHAPTER THREE.
The first exhibition on the programme was to be the coleo de toros,

which may be rendered in English as "tailing the bull." It is only in the
very large cities of Mexico where a regular plaza de toros, or arena for
the bull-fight, is to be found; but in every tillage, however insignificant,
the spoil of bull-tailing may be witnessed, as this only requires an open
plain, and as wild a bull as can be procured. The sport is not quite so
exciting as the bull-fight, as it is less perilous to those engaged in it.
Not unfrequently, however, a gored horse or a mutilated rider is
produced by the "coleo;" and fatal accidents have occurred at times.
The horses, too, sometimes stumble, and both horse and rider are
trampled by the others crowding from behind, so that in the pellmell
drive awkward accidents are anything but uncommon. The coleo is,
therefore, a game of strength, courage, and skill; and to excel in it is an
object of high ambition among the youth of a New Mexican settlement.
The arrangements having been completed, it was announced by a
herald that the coleo was about to begin. These arrangements were
simple enough, and consisted in collecting the crowd to one side, so
that the bull, when let loose, would have a clear track before him in the
direction of the open country. Should he not be allowed this favour he
might head towards the crowd,--a thing to be apprehended. In fear of
this, most of the women were to be seen mounting into the rude
carretas, scores of which were upon the ground, having carried their
owners to the spectacle. Of course the senoras and senoritas on the
raised benches felt secure.
The competitors were now drawn up in a line. There were a dozen
detailed for this first race,--young men of all classes, who were, or
fancied themselves, "crack" riders. There were rancheros in their
picturesque attire, smart arrieros, miners from the hills, townsmen,
hacendados of the valley, vaqueros from the grazing-farms, and
ciboleros, whose home is for the most part on the wide prairies. Several
dragoons, too, were arrayed with the rest, eager to prove their
superiority in the manege of the horse.
At a given signal the bull was brought forth from a neighbouring corral.
He was not led by men afoot,--that would have been a dangerous
undertaking. His conductors were well-mounted vaqueros, who, with

their lazoes around his horns, were ready, in case of his showing
symptoms of mutiny, to fling him to the earth by a jerk.
A vicious-looking brute he appeared, with shaggy frontlet and scowling
lurid eye. It was plain that it only needed a little goading to make him a
still more terrible object; for he already swept his tail angrily against
his flanks, tossed his long straight horns in the air, snorted sharply, and
beat the turf at intervals with his hoofs. He was evidently one of the
fiercest of a fierce race--the race of Spanish bulls.
Every eye was fixed upon him with interest, and the spectators freely
commented upon his qualities. Some thought him too fat, others alleged
he was just in the condition to make a good run--as, in the coleo, speed,
not courage, is the desirable quality. This difference of opinions led to
the laying of numerous wagers on the result,--that is, the time that
should elapse from the start until the bull should be "tailed" and
"thrown." The throwing of the bull, of course ends the chase.
When it is considered that the brute selected is one of the strongest,
swiftest, and fiercest of his kind, and that no weapon--not even the
lazo--is allowed, it will be admitted this is a matter of no easy
accomplishment. The animal goes at full run, almost as fast as the horse
can gallop; and to bring him to the ground under these circumstances
requires the performance of a feat, and one that demands skill, strength,
and the best of horsemanship.