His example was immediately followed by his tribe,
and, whether to relieve discomfort or with energies
but quickened, they executed a series of incredible
handsprings and acrobatic capers. When they
finally whirled away on toes and finger tips, another
chief, in the horns and hide of a deer, rushed in,
pursued by a party of hunters. For several mo-
ments he perfectly simulated a hunted animal
lurking and dodging in high grass, behind trees,
venturing to the brink of a stream to drink, search-
ing eagerly for his mate; and when he finally escaped
it was amidst the most enthusiastic plaudits as yet
evoked.

After an hour of this varied performance, the
square was enlarged by several mounted vaqueros
galloping about with warning cries and much flour-
ishing of lassos. They were the cattle herders of
the Mission ranch just over the hills, and were in
gala attire of black glazed sombrero with silver
cord, white shirt open at the throat, short black vel-
vet trousers laced with silver, red sash and high yel-
low boots. Four, pistol in hand, stationed them-
selves in front of the corridor, while the others rode
out and in again, dragging a bear and a bull, with
hind legs attached by two yards of rope. The cap-
tors left the captives in the middle of the square,
and without more ado the serious sport of the day
began. The bull, with stomach empty and hide in-
flamed, rushed at the bear, furious from captivity,