The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-01-08

now possessed over his opponent, the
American stood upright, never attempting
to return the fearful blows with which
King was visiting his chest and back.
just in the same way did Heenan catch
Sayers at Farnsborough, and, to use a
very homely but expressive phrase, he,
after having caught bis fish, seemed at a
loss to know what to do with him. Had
the American thrown himself down, with
his antagonists head under him, he could
certainly have stunned King, most proba-
| bly, have broken his neck; but, as it was,
he suffered his advantage to escape, and
merely stood up, grim and stark, hugging
King with choking grasp, while his whole
| chest and back seemed to spot with red
boils under the sharp, quick, close blows
of the Englishman. Another minute and
they were struggling upright for the fall
with their great powerful forms icterlock-
ed, and swaying to and fro like a huge,
uncouth machine, stamping heavily from
side to side. A great shout, and they
came with smash to the ground, King
under, heavily. In an instant the seconds
are by their sides, and they are borne rap
| idly to their corners, swathed in heavy
clothes, their faces dabbed with, sponges,
and their quivering lips moistened from
TASKS of water. Mcdonald is fortunately
one of Heenan's seconds, and Sayers is
unfortunately the other, for the champion
pugilist is at sea in this mild office, and is
about the worst second that ever crossed
the ropes, lifting his man by the hair, or
ear, or nose, or wherever he first catches
hold of him. Nor are Kings seconds Zone
at least) much better, for heavy man,
named Tyler, by his injudicious meddling,
vexes and harnesses his principal in every
way.
Both are quick up to the call of ''Time, I"
which is not punctually adhered to on
either side, and the half-minute rule is
broken through for both men are strong
and fresh, and there is no need of hurry
ing them. Heenan is first in the centre,
and at once rushes on his antagonist;
and there are what are called "exchan-
ges" in the parlance of the ring-that is
to say, both men hit each other slightly,
all the profit in this most unpleasant
species OF barter being on the side of the
American, till they close, when King is
thrown in heap on the grass. Almost
before the time allotted is run out, both
are at it again, the American forcing the
fighting, and giving King again fearful
fall. The blows are nothing in the rounds
as yet; it seems all wrestling, in which,
though falling under, King does not appear
to suffer more than his quick assailant. Yet
somehow King is thought to be loOsing,
and sundry fat-nosed men, whom no one
could think of trusting out of handouts,
swagger about, and loudly offer one hun
dred to five on the American. In truth, it
looks i'll for the Englishman. His eye is
clear and bright, but there is suspicious
tenderness about one of his seconds which
his chances against the great athlete, who
stalks forth first at every call of " time, {"
his white delicate skin all bruised and
marred, but with the huge muscles creep
ing and seeming to overflow his limbs with
every movement. Again they meet, and
hand over hand the American forces the
fighting, though his blows appear to lack
mischief, but not so his wrestling, for, for
the fourth time, he throws King so heavi-
ly that the spectators-the very men who
came to see the fight which they hoped
would be fought out to the very verge of
death-are silent andlook alarmed as King
goes down with heavy, dull sound, like
huge rock, and lies like corpse en- the
trampled grass. King is carried to his
corner, and at once leans back, his head
resting against the stake, his hands out
stretched along the ropes on either side,
and he breathes heavily, while men come
into the ring and fan him, and cold water
is poured upon his hands and chest and
face; yet still they barely restore him to
sufficient consciousness to enable him to
walk forth to where the American is wait
ing for him. He spars for time, and so
they shift from Kings corner to Heenan's
for few minutes, both to certain extent
distressed, for both act on the defensive
Thus fencing about, still good tempered
better tempered far than those around the
| ring, who, with all the dreadful faint of
| the first murderer in their veins, call out
for closer fighting and more blood-the
men confront each other, King with his
face always toward the sun, his forehead
contracted to a deep frown to dim the
light which dazzles him. Here King
moves in, and with all the might OF his
great strength hits the American full in
the mouth dreadful blow, which sounds
through the ring like loud splash. The
blood flies from Heenan's mouth, and there
is great shout as he stands dazed and off
his guard, swaying round and round, his
knees trembling and his feet only keeping
the turf, while his whole body reels like a
teetotum that is about to fall. King, still
with knitted brows-for the sun is still in
his eyes-looks at him distrustfully, and
there are cries for him to ego in and win, +"
but he let's his chance escape, though
another blow at that moment, as Heenan
then stood helpless, would have ended the
struggle. Great cries and cheers and
| shouts followed this dreadful blow. Hee-