The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-08-25

bound 10 Cberry Point, on Coon river, an affiuent
of the Potomac, at a point about hfteen mle
from where the latter river empties into
the waters Of Chesapeake Bay. The trout
of the wharf was hidden by a screen OF hacks,
wagons, and roughs in red shirts and rough
coats, who were most clamorous in their de-
mands TO have the boat start for its qestiha-
ton. Going upon the wharf, after passing the
ticket taker between pile of boards and
lumber, heaps of straw, and other refuse,
found myself under high dark shed, enclosed
on tbIee sides, aud with the side towards the
water open, at which the steamboat Metamord
lay, her eunwale low in the water, with the
pressure of many human creatures all thirsting
for somebody's blood.
About O'clock, while am endeavoring to
get a nap on hIe.preseryer in the forward
cabin, which is crowded with men scuhDg and
chatting each other, a scuffle takes Llace on the
outside between a couple OF juvenile black
guards, each trying 10 gouge the other or bite
his nose Off in the melee. The cabin is but
poorly lighted, and can see through the obscu-
ration OF the oil lamps half dozen men biting,
gouging, aud struggling for dear lie, amid
oa,hs, adiuratons, and shreks of frightened
women. can see huge pistol butt end raised
in the air Tor a second, and as 1t comes down
upon perspIrlng forehead of one of the 70 ".
dies, who are nearly all IRON Baltimore, there is
Il devilish yell OF pain, and i'll minute or less
all can hear il the sharp rattle OF pistol shots,
the flash and blaze OF the powder. There is
struggle to get out of the narrow doorway on
deck, each one trampling on his neghbOr III the
fright. There are more shots in the narrow
apartment, more smoke auu DldZe- el9 uieeu or
twenty shots being fred by different persons.
One stout-looking fellow, who has been work
ing with pIaseworthy zeal enough, is carried
out with two shots IN his lungs; third has a
couple of balls i'll his back, and several knife
stabs in his arm; and another has finger and
thumb shot of; while your corresp )ndent, be-
heving that his presence is obnoxious to many,
escapes in company with others, through the
windows OF the cabin on to the guards,
and from thence to the hurricane deck,
where large number Of people are hud-
oiled In terror to get out OF the way OF the
pistol shots which are flying about in manner
that is not at all assuring. One man, a fellow
with a broad chest and massive head, Balti-
more "bloOdtub," is evidently dying or about
to die. This is Black Muller, notorious felo v,
but of great pluck, Tor he refuses to tell who
shot him. His eyes are lustr elcss and the blood
spurs IRON his torn lungs, while halt dozen
devils in human shape, his com Danions, are
chanting bawdy songs IN his dying ears. One
fellow cries out why the son of a -- actually
has the gall to ask tor doctor and wants ice
to put on his head" The other wounded nan
was cursing and dining the eyes of the men
who have no compassion tor them, aud who
have already organized half dozen more
fights in different parts of the boa'. Five or six
rutfians are roaming around the boat during the
long and terrible night, seeking Tor some inof-
tensive person to blow holes" in him, as they
say, and during the night this floating he'll
pushes on through the Broad Chesapeake, past
Ann anne esslc Annapolis, Sandy Point, Chopbauk,
Nanucoke, and WIcomco rivers, staggering
try, and none may close their eyes fpr fear OF
robbery and violence and ploodshed. In an
other hour we are at the mouth OF the Coon
river, an aff1uent OF the Potomac, and we get a
SIGHT OF two steamers, one from Washington,
the other from Philadelphia besides several sail
ing craft full Of people, all waiting to witness
the fight.
The Fight.
1t is now nearly IL O'Clock, and Dooney Har-
ris, with that same darkly mysterious smile and
red shirt, advances to the middle of the ring
with Johnny Newell Colyer's trainer. penny
is tossed h'gh in the air for choice of corners,
| and Coliyer wins the toss, thus placing the sun
full in the eyes aud face of Edwards. The colors,
a crimson bordered one for Edwards aud pur-
pie oordered one for Collyer are tied to the
middle stakes of the ring by Mike Costello and
Johnny Roche, who is friendly TO Collyer Now
! comes the question who shall be chosen referee.
Barney Aaron says: IVY, take hany body as is
nice and onest, and wants to do the right thing,
| so elp me God, and bless me blessed heyes, | is
! willing to haccept any one as is square. l haint
| got no ard feeling no more than the hunborn
babe about this ere scrape. All we wants is a
! lair show fur our boy, and we intends to get it.
| Give the ball a kick
Then another advanced into the ring and
says:-"Y,r are all suckers and snoozeys and l
| am talking. My novfs can lick any of yer.
The money talks, and it always will talk: 80 to
! 100 on the leetle novt's as never fit fight"
! Here little boy. son of Collyer, about four
teen years of age, with fresh, bold face, who
! is accompanied by another brother, aged
| 1WelVe years, cries out IN Il haunting manner,
yer amt got cent; if yer have, why don't
yer bet it? We want all the sugar ye have got
on here"
"Ye lie, sucker, ye kid" says the New Yorker
in rage that he is taunted by child.
The referee is chosen at last-"Mr. Jimmy
Gas ey, of parts unkno WD," as Mr.. Harris says.
Barney Aaron says to the crowd at the ring
side, '''as hany body got stop-watch as he
doep't want to get back |"
"Yes, Sheney," answered a rough. II have
got stop watch, but you doesn't get it if
| know it,"
Now" says Barney Aaron in loud, shrill
voice, 81 wants you reporters to listen. Don't
call us murderers and thieves and robbers, and
go for to state that we doesn't understand
Hiuglish, vich is right Vite chapel. We are
good boys and we are goink to have square
J scrap as you ever seed, and be light for -
! sake, do"
1t is now four minutes after II O'Clock, and
| the sun pouring down close and sultry.
The fight commences, and the last rounds
will indicate with what ieIocity 1t was prose
| cuten:-
Round 81 Collyer knocks Edwards down after
heavy hPhting. The yells of the BallimoreanS
are most fearful now.
Round SO. Another yell from Collyers friends
and his liule boy cries out, "Go to him, daddy
he's almost done"
Round 80. Edwards turns Collyer after {
struggle.
Round 40. Edwards is thrown by Collyer. The
tight has now lasted an hour aud tour minutes
and the pass ions of the devils around the rims
are boiling, and many OF them are half crazy.
Round Al. Terrific lighting. Edwards knock
ing Collyer all around the ring III q heap every
time he gets up. (Great cheeling.)
Round AZ. Edwards strikes COlly er in the facC
and turns him heavily.
Rounds 43, "A, As, and 46 are all the same
Edwad DIS forces the fighting and smashing Coll
yer all around the ring. Collger is very mucL
mashed in the face. His eyes aud cheeks ar,
fluffy, and be is weak in bis eyes, Every timt
4,n nuiH 10 m uit hot rFiL III