. The land of the Dons. rr •T r. o THE BULLFIGHT. 183 exposure to the sun, and smeared with ominousstains, mementoes of other corridas, that are patentlyother than a vegetable dye. Some throw away theircigarette; others bandy a joke with their acquaint-ances among the publico, or make sure their running-shoes are safely on at heel, or rinse their mouthsfrom a botijo; but all are as cool as ice. Then,capa in hand, they wait by the barrera. All are ready, picadorcs, matadorcs, and peones;and again the president waves his handkerchief. Adrum and trumpet sound the appointed call whichsummons the e
. The land of the Dons. rr •T r. o THE BULLFIGHT. 183 exposure to the sun, and smeared with ominousstains, mementoes of other corridas, that are patentlyother than a vegetable dye. Some throw away theircigarette; others bandy a joke with their acquaint-ances among the publico, or make sure their running-shoes are safely on at heel, or rinse their mouthsfrom a botijo; but all are as cool as ice. Then,capa in hand, they wait by the barrera. All are ready, picadorcs, matadorcs, and peones;and again the president waves his handkerchief. Adrum and trumpet sound the appointed call whichsummons the egress of the bull ; and one of theaiguaciles, reemerging, catches in his hat the key ofthe toril, which the presiding genius also tosses down,decked with ribbons, and scours across the arena. Aveteran functionary, dressed in a seedy bullfight-ing costume* (who in Madrid is unfamiliar with ElBimolcro ?), waltzes in a decrepit manner round thealgiiaciVs horse, catches the key in his inontera, andwhile the other escapes, moves away
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