The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-09-09

"Gris." dishes up the McCoole-Jones
prize fight in the Cincinnati Times. He
says: a.. . --ara
There was one thing we observed on
| the grounds, II WAS difficult to ascer-
tain the time of day. BY a singular
| and unaccouutable oversight nearly
every gentleman had left his watch al
home, although few neglected their re-
volvers. Diamond pins were not very
numerous either, or II they were they
were concealed ornaments. One man
VINO had watch iustinctively grasped
| il whenever they called "time." he
was afraid that Il was his time piece
that was called for.
There was u general scramble up the
trees in the vicinity OF where the ring
was TO be as soon as the crowd arrived.
This might have been accounted Tor by
the fact that the most of them had been
up all night and felt the necessity OF
going TO roost. Many roasted from six
in the morning until the fight was
over, which was long time to be up 4
tree. Some of the younger boys who
elm were not recognized when they
came down, they had grown SO much:
One boy who fell from a sapling had
grOdH more than all the rest.
Some enterprisIng individual opened
bar with a couple OF barrels aud a
fence rail, and sold a poor article OF
perverted benZine at twenty-five cents
load. Numbers got loaded with It..
No one had thought of providing any
water, and as the raw whiakey went
down the throats of the deluded BEN
zinists, it could fairly be heard to scorch
and sizzle. Some OF them haven't been
seen since. --....r ..... ..
There were sixty-fve reporters for
newspapers present, representing New
York, Philadelphia and Washington,
as we'll as the principal western cities.
They occupied a position on the ground
close to the ring, looking like group
of Arabs, with their handkerchiefs over
their heads to protect them from The
rays OF the sun. In the hight OF the
excitement, one reporter got knocked
over by some one, and imagining for a
moment that he was Jones, besought
his seconds to carry him back to his
corner. Another reporter told him If
il was corner grocery he would do It.
H.#z
All the Iiendish elements of mems
characters seemed aroused by the COM
bat that was going on, and when that
terrible blow came that seemed to crash
into the very brain oil unfortunate
Jones, knocking him senseless and
ending the fight, there was rush into
the ring by the friends OF McCoole Who
yelled like so many devils, patting him
on the back and embracing him like Il
long lost brother-in-law. McCoole
turned and ran for his carriage, closely
Iy away. He didn't appear to suffer
fatigue, jumping the rail fence into the
road with great agility.
The friends of the vaDquished gath
cred around the PROSTATE man aud
used every means TO revive him, but II
- haT Trr h
could speak. He was sorrowful
looking object--the fallen gladiator.
Pale unto death, with both eyes closed,
his forehead cut, swollen and bleeding,
his body bruised, and his breeChes and
stockings soiied with dirt and blood,
how changed from the erect and sturdy
man who first stepped into the ring !!
Helpless a a child and vomiting from
every effort he was placed in carriage
by his friends and driven away.
The effect upon many was to excite
helligerent passions, and several
tights occurred. The boys are getting
up miniature tights all about the city,
showing how McCoole finished of
Jones. Usually quiet citizens exhibited
a desire to get in on somebody's ribs
Saturday night. A man was seen at
late hour vigorously pounding his barn
door with his fists, explaining to the
barn how the fight WAS conducted.
Another went home very "groggy,"
about midnight, and insisted on show
ing his wife how it was done. He en-
deavored to "get in on her jaw" but
she got her jaW in on him SO vigorously
that he was frustrated for n time. Then
he remembered how McCoole finished
the fight, and he gave her humping
blow on the forehead, when the old
lady went TO grass" She is in the
hands of the doctor, and he is in the
hands of the police.