A happy idea struck Jack: he always carried his lasso in his pocket; he drew it out, retired a little, and flung it so dexterously that he completely wound it round the hind legs of the calf, and threw it down.

I now approached; I replaced the lasso by a stronger cord, and used another to bind his fore legs loosely.

Jack cried victory, and already thought how his mother and brothers would be delighted, when we presented it; but that was no easy matter.

At last I thought of the method used in Italy to tame the wild bulls, and I resolved to try it, though it was a little cruel.
I began by tying to the foot of a tree the cords that held the legs; then making the dogs seize him again by the ears, I caught hold of his mouth, and with a sharp knife perforated the nostril, and quickly passed a cord through the opening.

This cord was to serve as my rein, to guide the animal.