The Sun.
London, England, 1863-12-11 00:00:00

only very subordinate agents in the business. This called
forth loud expressions of disapprobation.
5. Both men came up smiling at one another, and, after
feinting, King took his distance as quick as lightning, and
let fly a tremendous right-handed thunderbolt against
Heenan's left ear, that went " thud" all over the ring, as
it a person had struck a bale of cloth with a cudgel—
deafening cheers for King. Scarcely had the sounds sub-
sided, when King, following up his advantage with terrible
meaning in it, launched a fellow on Heenan's temple, cross
countered, and tried to follow it up, but fell short in his
delivery, his right being out of distance ; Heenan, in de-
spair, hugged again, and threw his antagonist. (Tremen-
dous cheering.)
6. The "slogging" business began at this round, There
was no science, nor did there seem to be an attempt at it.
Both men went in ding •dong, struck out wildly, like dray-
men quarreling over their beer, when Heenan finished the
round by again getting King's nob in chancery and put-
ting the hug on, which he used for a throw. What few
hits were exchanged were not of the slightest moment in
their effects upon the issue of the coatest.

7. Give and take, as our grandfathers did, now became
the order of the day, and these great heavy men lunged at
one another as if not only £2,000, but 2,000 of the best lives
in Britain were depending upon the winner. A few seconds'
more hammering, when Heenan again was obliged to fly to
his favonzite embrace, caught King and cross-buttocked
him so fearfully that the man must have left his own im-
press upon the earth. People actually held their breath for
a moment, and felt relieved when the men were carried to
their corners. During this round King gave Heenan a
rattling sledger on the nese with his right, and brought
the blood down in a stream (cheers and counter cheers,)
8. On "Time" being called, both were up and actively
at work. No reconnoitring, or backing, or ducking to get
away. Toe the mark was now the word ; some rapid coun-
tering took place. Heenan went in, when the hugging
mechanism was brought into action, but this time failed
woefully, for King turned the tables, and floored his &ail-
goufst, (Immense cheering for Tom, and cries of " He'll
win yet.")
9. Both sharp to time. King let out his right, and siruck
Heenan tremendously about the het.d. Heenan closed and
threw King again.
10. Exprrsi speed had now began in earnest, King lad-
ing out heavily with both fists, closing, and after a straggle
was thrown.
11. Heenan began to show the pace was telling on him.
Coming up, he caught and threw King very heavily. It
sounded like oxen falling out of a cart.
12. Not more than a minute, Heavy exchanges about
the head, and at the close King threw Heenan heavily.
(Loud cheering for King.)
13. Some heavy countering about
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one both sides,
when Heenan closed, throwing King
14. Heenan met King at the very outset with a fearful
punch from the latter's right hand; some sharp hitting,
and another heavy fall for King. Notwithstanding all
this throwing advantage Heenan seemed to show nearly as
much distress as King.
15. It was now plainly seen that the rate of going was
telling powerfully on both men. Heenan showed unmis•
takeable symptoms of uncommon rapid "travelling," and
the balance, notwithstanding all his wrestling good luck,
was beginning,to draw against him. In this round both
men went as if at parish bell practice. After some long
swinging raps on each side, Heenan shot out his right
hand with such terrific effect that King actually staggered
and reeled like a drunken man from the force of the blow,
ultimately falling into one of the seats in his corner. It was
thought that he had ruined tail, and would not face the
storm again. This:was the first genuine knock down blow,
and it certainly sounded and looked like something strong
enough to shake the foundations of any structure in the
shape of humanity. Immense cheering then must have
made the adjoining valleys reverberate in echo.
IG. ht this round Heenan began to show that fortune
was gliding fast from him. He came up with a dreadful
eye after the last round, whilst the blood flowed copiously
from all over his face. King went in upon some more
country practice au natural, when Heenan sent him down
after a savage struggle.

17. In this round the excitement became so tremendous
that all regulation about inner ring, or any ring, was swept
to the winds. Men rushed madly about and yelled with
the frantic energy of despair. King's huge Cyclopean
blows about Heenan's head--especially the temples—so
swelled up the parts that he began to look in a sad plight.
His eye was in a frightful state, as King had made several
sudden successful shoulder hits with his right upon it. The
latter stood well behind his fist, and he certainly did not let
theta live the life of idleness. He became so exasperated at
the awful huggings to which he had been welcomed and
treated, that it could be seen he went in to batter the enemy
to pieces. As he faced his man, he seemed by his firm, com-
pressed lips, to say to himself " King and courage" must be
my motto after this day. He too looked so far gone that it
seemed extremely doubtful whether he would be able to
" toe" again to the call of the referee. But he revived won-
derfully, and so raised the expectations of his friends that
the people swayed to and fro in a dreadful state of excite-
ment. From this to the 24th and last round, one was so
much like the other and so short that it would be utterly
impossible to detail them. King went ahead in a perfect
gallop, and on time being called for the 25th round, the
sponge was thrown up by Heenan's seconds in token of his
defeat. He was dreadfully punished, and should never
have been permitted to have passed beyond the 21st round.
Tho cheers that made the " welkin ring" were such as
cannot possibly be imagined. King presented no visible
marks of punishment except the "mouse on his eye."
Such was the end of the fight, after nearly 40 minutes of
hard, quick, desperate fighting, between two of the most
powerful men that probably have ever entered the ring. It
was fought out fairly and truly to the bitter end, neither
man taking any advantage of the other. No hand was
laid upon them but that of their own seconds from the mo-
ment they both entered the ring until the American was
laid senseless, bruised and beaten out of all semblance of
the man who in the pride of manhood and strength had
stood there only half an hour before.
There were great cheers as King won, to which for
a few moments he was very deaf, for the palm had been
rapid, and, all-powerful as he was, the heavy falls
had shaken his vitality, and the giant who had strode into
the ring an overmatch for all could scarcely close his
fingers round the glass of water which was to keep him
from fainting. Yet there must be a soul of goodness even
in things evil, for the first really conscious thought that
flitted through his mind was a wish to make friends with
his late antagonist, and as ho said it he lunged heavily
through the crowd of his admirers to a little knot of curious
lookers-on, amid whom what seemed the corpse of the re-
doubtable Heenan now /ay. Sayers was with him7and
kept with him; but better advice was needed than any
pugilist ought to be called upon to give; for Heenan, though
not nearly so much punished as when he fought at
Farnborough, was e'.idently much more injured. Ho
was pulseless at the wrists, and even over the heart the
palpitation was fluttering, faint, and low. Yet he had not
fainted. It was the insensibility of exhaustion, the sheer
want of vitality, though almost till he collapsed so suddenly
he was supposed to be the winner. One man was trying to
heave up his immense inanimate form, while another strip-
ped the wet drawers, stained deep with his own blood, from
the stunned athlete. There was a dreadful significance in
the way in which he was hauled about limb by limb. as
warmer clothes were dragged over his unconscious form,
like dressing a corpse. Yet no one seemed to mind much,
for all were crowding round the victor, who, with very little
signs of punishment about his face, came gaily up In the
train back to town. Heenan was left with his seconds v
the field he had fought to win.