The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-09-08
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muscles with the blood and nerve of youth.
The champion beheld foe whose abdom-
lnal barrel was clean cut, gaunted-hound.
like In it's lines. There was no adipose 60
clog his lungs or burden the freedom of his
action. Like q racer was Corbett-rrlm.
solid, balanced physically ct every point
unless indeed, the long legs seemed
tribe light for the muscular shoulders and
body. But those who doubted the power
of the 1.-the under limbs could not know
bend without breaking under stress and
tension. The doubters learned later what
iron thews lay along the slender columns
that should uphold the man.
Did the champion smile or sneer as be
studied his mani Perhaps not. but some
may have thought he did. If so. the hour
of his complacence had we'll nigh ended.
The sthrong laughed outright after the
foes had faced each other after shaking
hands. Corbett came up prancing. verify
liyan like carpet amateur. And
while the crowd laughed sullivan smiled
as though amused. SO did Corbett.
But one grew terribly serious before the
night had grown much older. while tho
foe. and is smiling yet When the laugh-
ter of the throng had subsided tho
champion's face grew businesslike. and he
led. but found nothing where he had
struck. Corbett was away like . cat and
crowd . hiss hero and there crept ont
sullivan might not hiss. but his face took
on sneer of disgust Had he another
Mitchell 70 chase afterf And so when the
gong sounded at tbe end of the first round
sullivan glanced contemptuously after his
adversary, who was sprineing lightly to
Ms corner. Not blow had been struck.
LAUGHED IN sULLIvAN's FACE.
Coming up to the second round the crowd
was treated to what has gone down int
history as the Sullivan rush." e.
awful right few out bat found Judgement
only for an instant in @ glsuciDg
shot on the back of the cat-like fellow who
wheeled suddenly aud slammed his left on
the big mans stomach. Yellf Did the
crowd yellf 1t did,. and with gusto.
ness nettled the champion. though
again he smiled in q derisive fashion
while Corbett laughed in his taco. The
spectacle was new. Old-tmers had never
before seen any man Laughing into the
champions glarIng face. What manner Of
man was this who dared so mucbs
They flew at each other few seconds
later, but the younger man was away
ike shot Had he rupf Yes but
fore the breathless crowd could
follow his movements-slam, slam. went
two vicious blows. one into the champions
face, squarely, and the other almost
the same instant on his stomach:
when, like lightning. the fists went back
to the champions stomach. A fourth time
the champions faced each other, Corbett
with light smile on his face. Was the
the face of fear. possibly, for soon the as
pirant was again teetering and lodging
Thought him Mitchell. for a hiss
here and there orept forth in the galleries
heard it, and raised gloved hand depre-
catingly. His manner clearly said
Wait" But the crowd got more
disdainful as the young fellow continued
bis tactics. Hes thinking to tire out sui
liyan," the wise ones said, and so ID
seemed. Again they came to position. Sui.
livan standing TO watch the lightly
capering foe. Clearly his expression
denoted disgust. He seemed puzzled that
at which it was aimed. There was an on.
slaught by the champion. but there was nc
teetering then; straight and swift as
lightning Corbetts left shot forth and
landed with shock on Suliivan's jaw,
Sullivan would brook no such
not yet landed blow of any no.
ment on Corbett, but after such an
affront he would kill the presumptuous foe.
The big fellows Jaws closed. His lower
and the crowd cried. 'See Sullivan's
mug now." Corbett needed the in
junction; again his right shot away and
returned-and could 1t bef-blood-stained
Sulllvan's nose and trickled over his lips.
Surely now he would grind Corbett TO
atoms, and he tried; but away flew Cor
belts left and right. landing squarely
on the damaged nose again and again.
The blows mashed the blood over Sulli.
vans face until it was dripping with red
fluid. Great goodness. Could this
be Sullivan receiving such indIg-
mites. and permitting his sssailant
TO live. Yes. so it was. And so II was, and
SO it continued. The end was in
Corbetts neck. but 1t cost him
dearly, for the fresh, agile fellow
again spattered blood from SulIivan's nose;
the big fellow responded as best
Corbett showed the champion off, he
staggered back and then began the
final strokes. Corbett felt victory IN his
reach. AID he followed his man. slamming
right and nntn LEFT on FraI1S n9se' ,sS Jaw neck
rible swing. be knocked sullivan clear
off his feet and moment later the cham
plon that was lay fiat on his back. still
motionless: Blood covered him every
where and as he lay his great frame
was dire picture of the fall
of the great. The count OF the referee be-
gan, and Sullivan moved, rolled over, got
on one knee and both hands. and essay ed
to rise, while Corbett advanced TO
pinch him more should he succeed.
But lt was useless. The great bulk of what
mad been a champion swayed, reeIed and
again went down. and the ten and
out" of the referee told the bat
tie was over. A more pItiable sight
than was the champion then has seldom
been seen in the prize-ring. Corbett
leaped then and helped to lift Snlli-
van to his chair. Sullivan could not rec
ogpiz him His haad rnlle1 he1plasalv