The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-09-03
sULLIvAN's TRIP
southward a Momentous one-crowds
Meet the Champion Eyorywhore.

southward n 1Iomentous One Crowds
Meet the Champion Everywhere.
BUFFALO. N. Y, Sept. 2.-After the
train load of sullivan-C Corbett pilgrims
had been pulled out Of Utica westward
between midnight and one o'clock this
morning and the old stayers COM
menced dropping off to bed. They had
many of them met to renew acquaint-
ances that had slept since the days OF
long ago ring battles where they had
jostled each other at the ring side.
Each had "reminiscences and those who
we're young in pugilistic observation
were there to listen.
The coming fights in New Orleans
was talked over by the group OF stay
awakes.
"I tell you gentlemen" exclaimed
one Of the party, 'if McAulitfe is in
right shape you will see one OF the
prettiest fights on record between him
and Myers. Good man is McAulifie,
but understand he don't train kindly"
quoth the veteran.
"Thats right" returned listener,
who added, "Jack Dempsey once told
me that II McAuliffe would get in shape
no man anywhere near his weight could
lick him.
"What's your opinion OF Sullivan's
condition. one of the party asked OF
another.
"My opinion as an expert would not
weigh for much, was the reply.
"Well I've seen him and / tell you 1
think he ia in good shape" returned
the questioner. ~ tell you, lie added,
"there is not the stomach on him now
that has been stated to be. lie looks to
mo in good condition, his hair is a bit
gray, but / think he'sin good shape"
THE CHAMPION swEErLY SLEEPS
Forward in the Blethdale, where the
champion was sleeping, Jimmy Wakely
and Charlie Johnson, the two men who
are probably more interested in sulli-
vans success or failure were on guard.
In the car Niles, next behind the Bleth-
dale, party OF gentlemen were still
awake and interested in tho outcome Of
pasteboard combinations upon board
resting on their several knees. Other
wise tho train was dark and its occu-
pants asleep. Tho Sullivan special,
though hlSullivan slept, was pushing on
through the night. Ont on the almost
frosty night an engines whistle sent
forth long, low blast. Electric lights
could be seen Glaring great holes
Of light through tho darkness. The
whistle blast had been sounded to
warn Syracuse that the Sullivan spe-
cial was nearing the city. The dark
ened train trailed finally through the
city's streets, and its wheels stopped at
the West Shore station. Simultane-
ously the glow OF red fire, lighted at
several points on the station platform.
brought the train into its Fuddy glare
and a little throng of twenty-five poo
pie gave shout for Sullivan. Instant
" Charlie Johnson, with q white
yachtingcap on his head, came out up
on the rear platform OF Sullivan's car.
Close behind him appeared Wakely.
slows John?" cried n half dozen
men who crowded near, with overcoats
on and collars turned up about their
neoks.
"Bang up" responded Johnson.
Then out of the little crowd men
climbed aboard the train. They were
other pilgrims to New Orleans, joining
the train at Syracuee The Sullivan
special had arrived in Syracuse at 1:55
a. M, two minutes behind the schedule.
It resumed its journey at 2:l5 a. M,
having but two more stops before 1t in
New York state,
ROCHESTER AND BUFFALO.
When the now quiet train rolled into
the big arched depot Of tine "Fiower
City, there were preludings Of dawn in
tho eastern sky. II was o'clock a. M.
and there were at that hour q few be-
lated souls waiting to join tho pilgrims
already snoring aoundly throughout