THE BULL ANO THE BICYCLE.
NE early autumn C. and I were riding our good wheels through the Canterbury province. We VSW/J were rolling lazily along a well-kept, level highC'VjWyf/ way, and blessing the efficient road-makers. S To our left, and behind us, rose fair, rounded hills, some thickly wooded, others with orchards and meadows on their slopes, away in the distance the sea. Though another race now held these lovely regions, we felt that the landscape, through whatever vicissitudes, must lie changelessly under the spell of one enchantment. We felt that something more than mere beauty of scene, however wonderful, was needed to explain the exalted mood which had taken possession of two hungry and athletic wheelmen like ourselves ; and we acknowledged that additional something in the romance of history and song Presently we came to a stretch of road which had been treated to a generous top-dressing of loose sand. Such ignorance of the principles of good road-making soon brought us down both from our lofty mood and from our labouring wheels. We trudged toilsomely for nearly half a mile, saving unkind things now of the road-makers. Then we came to the village and were much solaced by the sight of the village hotel. In the porch of the unpretentious hostelry we found a fellow ’cycler in a sorely battered condition. Several strips of court-plaster, black and pink, distributed artistically about his forehead, nose and chin gave a mightily grotesque appearance to bis otherwise melancholy countenance. One
of his stockings was rolled down about his ankle, and he was busy applying arnica to a badly-bruised shin. Against the bench on which he was sitting leaned a bicycle which looked as if it had been in collision with an earthquake. The poor fellow’s woebegone countenance brightened up as we entered, and we made ourselves acquainted. He was a solitary tourist, and a principal in the important case of Bull versus Bicycle, which had just been decided very much in the favour of Bull. We dined together, and as our appetites diminished our'curiosity increased. Presently Caldwell, as the woebegone ’cyclist called himself, detailed to us his misadventure as follows : — * It wasn’t more than an hour before yon fellows came that I got here myself. I was in a nice mess, I can tell you. But plenty of cold water and Mrs Briggs’ arnica and court-plaster have pulled me together a lot. I only hope we can do as much after dinner for that poor old wheel of mine ! * This morning I had a fine trip pretty nearly all the way from Hanston. Splendid weather, wasn't it; and a good hard road most of the way, eh ’ You remember that long smooth hill about two miles back from here, and the road that crosses it atthe school, nearly at right angles ? Well, as I came coasting down that hill, happy as a clam, my feet over the handles, I almost ran into a party of men, with ropes and a gun, moving along that cross-road. * I stopped for a little talk with them, and asked what they were up to. It appeard that a very dangerous bull had got loose from a farm up the river, and had taken to the road. They were afraid it would gore somebody before they could recapture it. I asked them if they knew which way it had gone, and they told me the creature was sure to make right for the flat lands, where it used to pasture in its earlier and more amiable days. * That cross-road was the way to the flats, and they pursued it confidently. I took it into my head that it would be a lark to go along with them, and see the capture of the obstreperous animal ; but the men, who were intelligent fellows and knew what they were talking about, told me I should find the road too heavy and too rough for my wheels. Rather reluctantly, I bade them good morning and continued my journey by the highway. * Now, as a fact, that bull had no notion of going to the flats. He had turned off the crossroad and sauntered along the highway, just where he could get most fun and see the most of life. But I’ll venture to say he hadn’t counted on meeting a bicycle. ‘ I hadn’t gone more than half a mile, or perhaps less, when a little distance ahead of me I noticed some cattle feeding by the roadside. I thought nothing of that, of course; but presently one of the cattle—atremendous animal, almost pure white—stepped into the middle of the road and began to paw the mud. Certain anxious questionings arose within me. * Then the animal put his great head to the earth and uttered a mighty bellow. With much perturbation of spirit I concluded that the angry bull had not betaken himself to the flats after all. * I felt very bitter toward those men for this mistake, and for not having suffered me to go along with them on their futile errand. They wanted the bull and wouldn’t find him. I, on the other hand, had found him, and I didn’t want him at all. * I checked my course, pedalling very slowly, uncertain what to do. The bull stood watching me. If I turned and made tracks he would catch me on the hill or on the soft cross-road. If I took to tne woods there was little to gain, for there were no fences behind which to take refuge ; and if I should climb a tree I knew the beast would demolish my wheel. ‘ Straight ahead, however, as far as I could see, the road was level and good, and in the distance I saw farms and fences. I decided to keep right on. ‘ The road along there is wide and hard, as you know, and bordered with a deep ditch. I put on good speed ; and the bull, as he saw me approaching, looked a little puzzled. He took the wheel and me T presume, for some unheard of monster. I guessed his meditations, and concluded he was getting frightened. * But there I was mistaken. He was only getting in a rage. He suddenly concluded that it was his mission to rid the world of monsters ; and with a roar he charged down to meet me. * “Now,” thought I, “for a trick ! and then a race, in which I’ll show a pretty speedy pair of heels 1” I rode straight at the bull, who must have had strange misgivings, though be never flinched. At the last possible moment I swerved sharply aside, and swept past the baffled animal in a fine, triumphant curve. Before he could stop himself and turn I was away down the road, at a pace that I knew would try his mettle. * But the brute had a most pernicious energy. He came thundering and poundering along my tracks at a rate that kept me quite busy. I stayed ahead easily enough, but I did not do much more than that for fear of getting winded. * There’s where I made the mistake, I think. I ought to have done my utmost in order to discourage and distance my pursuer. I didn’t allow for contingencies ahead, but just Fedalled along gaily and enjoyed the situation. Of course kept a sharp lookout in order that I shouldn’t take a header over a stone ; but I felt myself master of the situation.
* At last, and in an evil hour, I came to where they had been mending the road with all that abominable sand. Let us pass over my feelings at this spot. They were indescribable. My wheel almost came to a standstill. Then I called up fresh energies, and bent forward and strained to the task. I went ahead, but it was like wading through a feather-bed ; and the bull began to draw nearer.
• A little in front the fences began. The first was a high board fence, with a gate in it, and a bay road leading by a rough bridge into the highway. My whole effort now was to make that gate. ‘The perspiration was rolling down my face, half-blinding me. My mighty pursuer was getting closer and closer ; and I was feeling pretty well pumped. It was as much a bargain which would win the race. I dared not look behind, but my anxious ears kept me all too well informed. • I reached the bridge and darted across it. Immediately I heard my pursuer’s feet upon it. I had no time to dismount. I rode straight at the gate, ran upon it, and shot over it head first in a magnifient header, landing in a heap of stones and brambles. • In a glow of triumph, which at first prevented me feeling my wounds, I picked myself up—and beheld the furious beast in the act of trying to gore my unoffending bicycle. •At first he had stopped in consternation, naturally amazed at seeing the monster divided into two parts. The portion which had shot over the gate he perceived to be very like a man ; but the other part remained all the more mysterious. Presently be plunged his horns tentatively into the big wheel ; whereupon my brave bicyclereared and struck him in the eye with a handle, and set the little wheel crawling up his back. • At this the bull was astonished and alarmed —so much so that he backed off a little way. Then seeing that the bicycle lay motionless on the ground he charged upon it again, maltreating it shamefully, and tossing it up on his horns. ‘ This was too much for me. I ran up, reached over the gate, and laid hold of my precious wheel. By strange good fortune I succeeded in detaching it from the brute’s horns and hauling it over the gate. Then I pelted the animal with sticks and stones till he got disgusted and moved away. • As soon as he was safely off the scene I opened the gate and limped sorrowfully down to this place, dragging my wheel by my side. Do you think we can do anything with it ?’ • The first thing necessary,’ said I, ‘ is to have an examination, and make a diagnosis of its injuries.’ This we forthwith proceeded to do, and found the matter pretty serious. After spending an hour in tinkering at the machine we had to give up the job. Then we set forth on a visit to the village blacksmith who, after being regaled with a full account of Caldwell’s misadventure, addressed himself to his task with vast goodwill. He was a skilful man, and before nightfall the wheel was in better travelling shape than its unlucky owner. But Caldwell was good stuff, and of a merry heart, so that when, on the following day, he became our travelling companion, we found that his scars and his lugubrious countenance only heightened the effect of his good fellowship. Charles G. D. Roberts.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIII, 31 March 1894, Page 311
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