The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-01-26
MITCHELL BADLY BEATEN.
Ghe California Cyclone Shows How
Little Mitchell Is.


Jacksonville. Jan. 25.-At pos, the ar
rival of the champion in the ring was
announced.
Hats and umbrellas went into the air
as Corbett, clad in long bath robe,
walked through the aisle.
%As Mitchell climbed into the ring
at ze12k, Corbetts face was a study.
He eyed Mitchell with interest, and a
sardonic grin played over his face,
which said as plainly as the words,
II have you, now!'
Mitchell was impassive. neither smil-
Ing nor saying anything. When Cor
bett threw aside his robe he appeared
clad in nothing but a red. white and
black trunk: he 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
2:20.
It was a short, sharp and decisive
fight too brief to have any elements
of slavery in it. 1t was foregone con-
clusion from the moment the men
stepped to the centre of the ring and
Corbett's hatred of the EngliShman
coming to the surface inhibited him
from shaking hands with the man
who had so uniformly abused and in
suited him, that there was all but
murder in Corbett's eyes.
They faced each other and the in
tense feeling Of hatred almost gave
Corbett the fight as he cornered the
Bnglishman, and as his long arms
shot out with the force of a catapult,
there was vengeance in the wind.
Mitchell showed wonderful clevernesS
u, ba lacori17ni11pr crawling of the
close quarters into which the superior
size. reach and weight of his opponent
bore him, but there was no faltering
In Corbetts plan of campaign, and he
slowly surrounded the Briton. raining
In upon his head and sides a shower of
savage punches.
There was despair in Mitchelrs face,
as he tried vainly to elude his agile
purSuer, and finally. when Corbett
closed with his opponent in an off
corner, Mitchell realized it was no
longer possible for him to escape the
battery of the American. He, pluckily,
tried TO spar, and failing, tried to
clinch, but COrbett finally beat him off
and with a sharp blow on the side of
his jaw, brought the EngliShman on all
fours 1t was then that the crowd
broke loose in a wild shout of ap-
plause.
With the cheers of friends ringing
past crowding fast upon him, Corbett
lost his head, and with the agility of a
tiger and the terrible anger of a lion
he sprang toward the pitiable English
man on the rough rosined platform
and describing a semi-circle with his
right, tried to land a knockout blow
Twice he tried this, but Mitchells weak
and webbing body saved the Ameri-
can from foolishly sacrificing the honor
and glory that have come to him from
his now decisive battle with the Eng
lishman. There were cries of "foul'
from the crowd, although the senti-
menI of the vast throng was plainly
with the American.
Corbett's seconds, with presence of
mind, shot through the ropes. John
Kelly ran to the side of the down
fallen pugilist, and Corbett was dragged
away. Mitchell was conscious, and
knew Corbett was standing over him
ready to deal. without mercy, blow
that should end the fight
When the Englishman finally strug-
gled to his feet, Corbett, without a.
1.-THE Of pity, pounded his big gloves
into the face OF his foe until the latter
staggered and fell against the ropes
and there lay almost sprawling on the
floor, with blood smeared all over his
face.
When Mitchell was again on his feet
tne men CLOSED IN COrDett'S corner and
there was a savage exchange. and
when the gong sounded, the seconds
and -eferee and half dozen had to
pry the enemies apart
1t was hard work to bring Mitchell
up again, but Corbett sprang out when
the gong sounded. Mitchell tried once
as q last desperate play, to tackle. but
Corbett was remarkably foxy and
alert. and soon crowded the poor
beaten Briton to the ropes again. then
with another of his merciless labs he
eat his rival fat on the floor.
Mitchell was evidently SUFFERING
severely, and his face was the picture
of woe. His mouth and nose were
bleeding, and with his big gloves he
had smeared blood all over his face
until his appearance was almost
CHASTITY
Again Corbett losing his presence of
mind started toward Mitchell and
again his hands swung out, and again
his seconds ran forward to save him
from a nominal defeat
Big John Kelly ran over to the ropes
where Mitchell was lying, and Cor
beTt was borne back to his seat
Mitchell hardly cared to rise and
Kelly's finger went up and down like
the pendulum Of a, clock to count the