The morning call., 1894-01-26
FOUGHT LIKE A TIGER.
Corbett Lost His Head and Would
Have FouIed His Foe.

nave FOuIed His Foe.
JACKSONVILLE, Jan. 25.-At 2:OS the
arrival of the champion in the ring was
announced. Hats and umbrellas went
into the air as Corbett, clad in a large
bath-robe, walked through the aisle. As
Mitchell climbed into the ring at 2:I5
Corbetts face was a study. He eyed
Mitchell with interest, and a sardonic grin
played over his face, which said, as plainly
as words. 81 have you now" Mitchell
was impassive, neither smiling nor saying
anything.
When Corbett threw aside his robe he
appeared clad in nothing but 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 2:2O.
Ii was short, sharp and decisive fight,
too brief to have any of the elements Of
savagery in it. 1t was a foregone con-
clusion from the moment when the men
stepped to the center Of the ring and
COrbetts hatred of the Englishman
coming to the surface kept him from
shaking hands with the man who had so
uniformly abused and insuIted him.
There was all but murder in Corbett's eye
as they faced each other, and this inten SO
feeling of hatred almost gave Corbett the
fight, as he cornered the English man, and
as his long arms shot out with the force of
catapults there was vengeance in every
play of his muscles. Mitchell showed
wonderful cleverness in the beginning.
crawling out of the close quarters into
which the superior size. reach and weight
OF his opponent bore him. But there was
no faltering in Corbett's plan of cam
paign, aud slowly lie cornered the Briton.
raining in upon his head and sides a
shower of savage punches.
There was despair on MitchelPs face as
be tried vainly to elude his agile pursuer.
and finally, when Corbett closed with his
opponent iI an off corner, Mitchell real
lied that it was no longer possible for him
to escape the battery of the American. He
pluckily tried to spar. and, falling, sought
10 clinch, but Corbett finally beat him off
and with a sharp blow on the side of the
jaw brought the Englishman upon all
tours.
1t was then that the crowd broke loose
in wild shout of applause. With the
cheers OF his friends ringing in his ears
and with memories of the past crowding
fast upon him Corbett lost his head, and
with the agility of tiger and the terrible
anger OF a lion spraDg toward the pitiable
Engllshmen Oh the rough resiped platform.
ana, describing semi-circle with his right.
tried to land a knockout blow. Twice he
tried this, but MitchelPs weak and wab-
bling body saved the American from fool
iohly sacrificing the honor and glory that
have come to him from the decisive battle
with the Englshman. There were cries
OF foul from the crowd, although the senti-
ment of the vast thr0ng was plainly with
the American.
Corbetts seconds. with great presence
of mind. shot through the ropes and John
Kelly ran to the side of the fallen pugilist.
while 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 struggled
to his feet COrbett. without 1.-THE of pity.
pounded his big gloves into the face of his
foe until the latter staggered and fell
against the ropes and then 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.
When the gong sounded the seconds. the
referee and all the half-doZen in the corner
had to pry the enemies apart to bring
Mitchell up.
1t was hard work again, but Corbett
sprang out when the gong sounded.
There was hardly moment o; sparring.
Mitchell tried but once. last desperate
play to tackle; but COrbett was remarka-
bly, foxy aud alert and soon crowded the
poor. beaten Briton to the ropes again.
then, with another of his merciless jabs,
set his rival fiat on the floor. Mitchell
was evidently suffering severely and his
face was a picture of woe. His mouth
aud nose were bleeding. and with his big
glove ne had smeared blood all over his
face until his appearance was almost
CHASTITY. Again Corbett. losing his pres
ence of MIND. started toward Mitchell, and
again his hands swung out and again his
seconds ran forward to save him from
nominal defeat. Big John Kelly ran over
to the ropes where Mitchell was lying and
Corbett was borne back to his seat.
Mitchell hardly cared to rise, and KeIly's
finger went up and down like the pendu-
Ium of a clock to count the seconds that
must elapse before the battle was over.
1t seemed an hour before Mitchell finally
rose TO his feet again ana it was danger
ously near the limit of time, but just be-
fore the gong rang out Mitchell did stand
up. leaning against the ropes. Kelly
waved his finger to Corbett, who was
seated in his corner, and the American
champion sprang forward tor the last
time. Striding over to where Mitchell
stood, dangerous light in his eye. with
the supreme satisfaction of revenge he
shot his hand out with the speed Of