The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-05-16

plunge Tor Mr.. Mitchell, but the hard hitter
expended his strength to no purpose. The
English lad sprang from him in cat-like
fashion. He returned as quickly as he fed,
and gave Sullivan a singing blow ON the
chest. The cheering was terrific. The
American champion was in a towering
rage. He dashed at the English lad, pound
ed his ribs and chest, and knocked him
sprawling upon the platform" The first
knock-down was claimed and allowed for
Sullivan, and the cheering might have been
heard in Brooklyn. The phrase "knock-
down" probably means staggering argu-
ment. But Mr. Mitchell recovered his equa-
nimity, however and, in the felicitious
words of the reporter
''The lad and the American champion then
| went to work like game chickens They
clinched and broke away. Then Sullivan
| swung his right Something was bound to
| give way if the right struck anything. 1t
| reached MitchelPs left jaw, and he again
went to the floor. The lad quickly arose,
however, and gave Sullivan. blow in the
stomach He showed signs OF weakness and
the lad seemed encouraged. He trihed with
Then Sullivan forced him into a corner, and
aimed blow that meant business at the lads
head. The latter stopped the blow in fine
| style, and made Sullivan stagger with a blow
on the nose. The lad was at last in earnest.
He followed the American with blows on
his face and chest They clinched and fell
with Sullivan on top"
| Sullivan was furious, and started like a
"frenzied steer" "Frenzied steer" is Boston
for mad bull" Ard so it continued. will
varying results. Mr. Mitchell struck Sui
livan on the stomach, and as the latter leaned
forward in pain, the lad let fly with his right,
caught Sullivan under the chin, and for the
| first time in his life the American champion
was knocked off his pins Mr. Sullivan fell
like great tree, The applause was simply
deafening, and as the referee gave the
word, and the combatants sank into their
seats, there were probably few present who
did not favor the Englishman." AT this juno
ture it looked as though Mr.. Cook would
have to be sent for, but Mr.. Sullivan soon
had the satisfaction of knocking his oppo.
nent 'clean over the ropes" In the next
round Sullivan attempted once more to
throw him over, but the English lad got
clear, and came up in the middle of the ring.
on Sullivan, but that was his last effort. His
gigantic opponent knocked him clean across
the ring, and he fell in a gasping heap
against the ropes. Within the ten seconds
however, he was on his feet again. only to be
confronted by Captain Williams, who held
up warning hand and declared the debate
closed, with first honors to the Boston man.
1t is gratifying to chronicle another tri-
umph for the center of American culture,
The old world stands abashed and badly
disfigured in the presence of our Spotless
scended upon Mr.. Sullivan. According to
poetcal justice Ben. Butler will yet become
the Marquis of Tewksbury, or Queensbury,
we should say. He ought to preside at these
| intellectual bouts, though tine people of Bos-
ton evince enough confidence in him to pit
him personally against the cultured Mr..
Sullivan. 1t was great day for Boston, and
its bliss must have been supreme when, at
the close of the entertainment amid deafen-
ing applause, "a floral wreath was brought
up and presented to the Boston man."
Another laurel has thus been added to Bos-
toms crown. With unselfish pleasure the
country at large must rejoice with the Hub.
As human beans it is but natural that, being
Americans, we should be proud of our
American giants.