The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1894-01-27
EASY FOR JIM.
Mitchell Put to Sleep In Three
Rounds by Champion
Corbett.
The Winner Surrounded the Briion and
Pounded Him Around just As
He Pleased.

JACKSONVILLE, Jan. 2J.-The great in
ternational battle has been fought and
won. and Corbett now stands acknowl
edged champion Of the world without q
flaw in the title Not even the most ar
dent admirers Of the great California
pugilist could have dreamed Of more
brilliant victory than that Of today. The
Englishman was never for a moment in
IT. Hs was wholly outclassed and so
complet ly beaten as to leave no margin
for consolation or explanation.
At 2:0s the arrival Of the champion in
the ring was announced. Hats and um-
breilas went into the air as Corbett.
clad in long bath roie walked up the
aisle. AS Mitchell climbed into the ring
al = l2i Corbetts face was d study: he
eyed Mitchell with much interest. and a
sardonir grin played over his face. which
said az plainly as words. Il have YOU
now" Mitchell was impassiye. neither
smiling nor saying anything When
Corhett threw aside his robe. he ap
pearcd clad in nothing but red. white
and black trunk: be wore black shoes
and dark brown gloves. Mitchell wore
white gloves. black shoes and trunk and
his right wrist Was bandaged Corbett
refused to shake hands and time was
called At 80.
II was sharp, short and decisive
battle. too brief to have any elements -
savagtry in il. l. was foregone con
clusion from the moment they stepped
90 the center 81 the ring. and Curbett's
hatred Of the Englishman coming 10 h"
surface. inhibited himself from shaking
hands with the man who had 50 uni
formiy abused and insulted him. There
was all but murder in Corbctt's eyes.
They faced each other and his intense
feeling almost gave Corhett the fight as
be corncrcd the EngIishman. and as his
long arms shot out with the force of a
catapult, there WIS vengeencc il the
wind
Mitchell showed wonderful cleyerness
In the beginning, crawling out Of the
riusr quarters into which the superior
size reach aud weight Of his opponent
bore him. but there was No faltering Of
Corheti's plan 81 campaign, and be
slowly surrounded the Briton. raining in
upon his head and sides shower of sav-
age punches There was despair IT,
Mltchcll's face as he tried valnly to eludc
his agile pursuer. and finally when Cor
heti closed With has opponent in an off
corner. Mitchell realized that il WAS no
longer possible for him 10 escape the
battery nf the American. lie pIuckily
triad to spar. and finally sought to
clinch, but Corbett finally beat him of
aud with a sharp blow ON the side of the
jaw. brought the Englishman on all
fours.
Ii was then that the crowd broke
loose IN a wild shout of applause. With
the cheers of his friends ringing in his
ears, and with memories of the past
erowding fast upon him. Corbett lost his
head. and with the agility Of a tiger
and the terrible anger ~ lion sprang
toward the pitiable Englishman on the
rough resined platform. and describing
semi-circle with his right. tried 10 land
knock out bldW. Twice he tried this
but Mitchelfs weak and wabbliDg body
saved the American from foolishly sscri-
| ticing the honor and glory that have
come To him from his now decisive bat
| tie with the Englishman
Mitchell was conscious and knew that
Corbctt was standing over him. ready to
deal without mercy the blow that would
end the fight. When the Englishman
finally struggled to his feet. Corbett.
without a tithe Of pity. pounded his big
glove into the face Of his foe. until the
latter staggered and fell against the
ropes. and there lay almost sprawling on
the floor. blood smeared all over his face
When Mitchell was again on his feet the
men closed in Corbett's corner. and there
was savage exchange. and when the
gong sounded. the seconds and referee
and half dozen in the corner had to
pry the men apart.
II was hard work to bring Mitchell up
again. but Corbett sprang out when the
gong sounded. There was hardly mo-
ment Of sparring. Mitchell tried but
once. a last desperate play. to tackle. but
Corbett was remarkably foxy and alert.
and soon crowded the poor beaten Brit
on to the ropes again: then with another
of his merciless iabs, sat his rival fiat on
the fioor. Mitchell was evidently suffer
ing severely and his face was the picture
Of woe. His mouth and nose we're
| hleelinp and with the big gloves had