Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-10-15

Then he was an inch shorter, four or five
pounds the lighter, and three years the
younger OF the two; rendering him plainly
no match for his antagonist. He was also
too high in flesh, showing that he had not
been carefully trained for such brutality, il
any lad of twenty is hardy enough TO be so
ptted. He was brave TO rashness, (how
awful perversion Of courageD and his
hackers and these who, by their presence
and silence, encouraged the fight, are, in the
eyes Of justice, his destroy ers.
Let none say that his death was acciden.
tai. He openly avowed, on starting 10 the
battle-ground, that he went TO sum or die"
He tied black handkerchief to his post in.
the ring, as his coors, to evince the same
determination. Not one of the fifteen
hundred, who quietly looked on, could have
been ignorant that his lie was the fearful
stake of the contest.
We shall OF course enter upon the details
of this ho-rd conflict. Its result was new
er doubtful, except through some accident.
Lilly was cool, cautious, and husbanded his |
strength; Mccoy rash, eager, probably
smartlng under sense Of wrong. exposing |
himself constantly, and wasting his ener
gies in furious, ineffective lu ges. His Sc
cunds and hackers had not even sense E.
nough to caution him against his errors, I'm.
til he was virtually beaten. They saw him
sweat like rain, and their only expedient
was to deluge him frequently in cold water.
The judges twice decided that Lilly struck
"toul," giving the battle TO Mccoy, but his
principal hacker waived the "advantage,"
as he called it, and suffered the fight to go
on. And their beautiful doctor, who was
there, If for anything, 10 save the life OF
their champion in extremity, saw the muir
der perfected without word, only interpO
sing TO lance the eyes Of the victim, as d.
rected, when they had been entirely closed
by the blows of his antagonist.
i 1t is Of course understood that Mccoy
was willing victim. He'propaby sought
he certainly did not shun-the conflict.
At the opening Of the fight he drew from
his pocket two 500 bills, and bet them
with his opponent. He evidently fought
throughout under the influence OF personal
feelings. At the lt8th round, after he had
been thrown or had fallen al least one hun.
bred times, when he could hardly see or not
al all, he called to his seconds, "Nurse me.
nurse me! and I'll whip him yet:" Again
4 he called, "Cut open my eyes, and III Wh'p
him yeti" And this was when his face and
breast had been beaten to boated, PUPPY
mass OF corruption when his liie-b|ood
was gurgIing from his mouth, and choking
his breath, and when every minute he was
ejectng it upon the body OF his antago.
INST.
Where were his seconds, his doctor, and
the fifteen hundred persons? The first ur-
ging on the fight, the second doing nothing;
Of the last a few murmured and two or
three demonstrated aloud, but no one slw-
red 10 rescue him from inevitable DEATH Ii
, is but just to say, that Lilly twice or thrice,
called out that he ought 10 be taken away
and one Of his seconds did the same; but
at the 18th round, Chanfroid, one Of Nc.
q Coy's hackers, replied to a remonstrance,
'.He ain. half licked yetr' And this when
there was not probably fifteen minutes
life IN him if he had then been taken A.
way!
How shall We speak Of the getters up
and encouragers of this fight-the gamblers,
the brothel masters, and keepers Of flash
groggerles who were even the chief pat,
rons of "the ring" and who were the choice
spirits in this festival of fiends! They were
in raptures as the we'll aimed, deadly blows
, descended upon the head and neck OF the
doomed victim, transforming the image OF
God into livid and loathsome ruin; they
yelled with delight as The combatants went
down-oiten on their heads--wlih force
that made The earth tremble around them;
as the blood spouted in rills from the fated
sacI ifice, or as his conqueror came down
heavily upon HIM, and lay there to beat the
/ breath out OF him, until taken oil by the
seconds! They enlivened the shocking
. scene, as McCoy's eyes closed beneath the
blows OF his antagonist, with '.shutters up!
There's blow in the familyr '.Finish HIM
Chris" ''Knock out his eye!" &c. And
r still, as the work OF death went on, rang
4 out at intervals the Internal chorus-"Two
d TO one on L,lIy!' "One hundred even on
4 Mccoy"
d But why linger on the dreadful scene! At
II The one hundred and t,centy.ninM round, Nc,
Coy stood up as erect as ever, but with
= eyes closed in funeral black, his nose des
j. troyed, his face gone, and clots of booc
/. choking the throat which had no longer
il power to eject them. He could barrel,
d walk, but still spared with some spirit, tho
&c unable to get in blow at his still yigorou
y antagonist, though the lalterwas evidentI,
a suffering severely from blows on the body
'e The fight had now lasted ttpo hours an
e forty-three minutes, and Mccoy had receive,
n not less than 100 square blows, and ha
lie been thrown down 81 times, his opponen
r falling heavby upon him. For the las
as time was this repeated; and when Lill
10 was lifted of, Mccoy was found ifeless
and sank inanimate as lead in his second