The struggle is not, however, one of fair strength; the horse's girth being matched against the bullock's extended neck.

In a similar manner a man can hold the wildest horse, if caught with the lazo, just behind the ears.

When the bullock has been dragged to the spot where it is to be slaughtered, the matador with great caution cuts the hamstrings.

Then is given the death bellow; a noise more expressive of fierce agony than any I know.

I have often distinguished it from a long distance, and have always known that the struggle was then drawing to a close.