The birds owned by some of the sports of Madera have enjoyed a world-wide reputation for their gameness, and a fight in which they took part as always called forth a gtand assemblage of sports.

   The announcement made last week that a 'main' of severl battles (best four out of seven to win) would be fought between Madera and Stockton birds had the effect of bringing together many of the most prominent sporting men in the country.

   The fight took place in Union Hall, a building right in the heart of the city and convenient to the railroads, depot, and hotels. It was also in proximity to a place where liquid refreshments were served between the battles. No nihilistic proceedings were necessary to gain admittance to the pit. All a visitor had to do was to go up to the door, pay $1 and walk in. Their statute book of the county contains no law against cock fighting. Many spectators, however, say it might come under the head of games of chance, because a bird has a good chance of being killed when he is thrown into the pit.

   The pit, which was square, was built in the center of the room. It was made of boards, two feet h igh, and contained about 100 square feet of fighting surface covered with tan bark. The sides of the pit were upholstered with cotton padding. A few oil lamps shed their feeble rays as an illuminant over the scene.

   Time was called at 9 O'kclock and two magnificent specimens of game birds were brought out and "killed" in the presence of the audience, which was about two hundred.

   Then the birds were heeled and the condition of the battle agreed upon, they were taken to their corners and warmed up by being allowed to see each other. When they had a hankering to get at one another, they were allowed to pick at each other's head for a moment, just to find out how feathers tasted. Then they were both dropped into the pit where the fight commenced without a moment's delay.

   The birds pecked, gaffed, and struck in rapid succession, and in a few moments the air was filled with feathers and the bird's heads covered with blood. They were good birds, and each was a born gladiator who had made up its mind to whip or die.

   After a few moments both of the birds began to weaken, and the fighting was more cautious on both sides. They moved from one side of the ring to the other and never struck unless there was a good opportunity to make it a death blow. At last the opportunity came to the Stockton bird and he carefully planted one of his gaffs under his antagonist's gills. It penetrated to the bran and produced instant death.

   The victor was taken to a rear room where he was rubbed down and groomed. He was not injured much and seemed perfectly willing to fight again without delay.

   The other six battles were quite similar to the first with few exceptions. All with the exception of two, were spirited and rapid and showed the birds to have great pluck and fighting power.

   Most game cocks would rather fight than eat, and on any occasion can be induced to leave the bosom of his family if he thinks there is a prospect of a mill in the next yard. But the Madera bird in the second battle did not feel that way. After a few pecks he concluded that fighting was bad for the eyes, and made his way from the pit as fast as his legs and his wings could carry him. He was brought back but refused to fight, and the battle was given to his antagonist.

   The third battle was quick and decisive. In less than three minutes, the Madera bird had killed the Stockton bird by a single blow. After killing his man, he jumped up on either side of the pit and crowed for victory.

   The fourth, fifth, and sixth battles were devoid of much interest and the score was tied at the end of the sixth, each town having won three battles.

   The Maderans had lost the big main, but they were not to be outdone, and at once arranged private battles between different birds. Eight battles were fought, nearly all of which were won by Madera birds. When the last bird was killed, he was thrown into the pit and his eleven unfortunate companions thrown into the bloodstained arena with him. They presented a striking picture and forcibly illustrated the end of all things after the battle.