The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-02-01
CORBETT THE CHAMPION
He Easily Knocks Mitchell Out in
 the Third Round
The Englishman Showed Wonderful CIeverness but He Was No Match for the American-Details
 of the Fight.

|
 J. Corbett went into the ring yesterday
 champion of America. He left it cham pion of the world, without scratch upon his handsome face or bruise | upon his sinewy body. He entered the ring with something akin to murder in his heart. He fought, not as Jim Cor bett usually does, but as was the GUS tom of the once mighty Sullivan--like
 whirlwind. He beat Charles Mitchell
 in three rounds, and now has but one
 regret-that he did not punish the En-
 glishman more.
 For the first time since he has been
 acknowledged head of the pugilistic
 fraternity of the world Corbett has de- tended with success the title which he
 won by defeating his predecessor, John
 l.. Sullivan.
 It was u short, sharp and decisive
 fight, too brief to have many of the ele-
 gone conclusion from the moment
 the men stepped to the center of the
 ring, and Corbett's hatred of the En-
 glishman coming to the surface. inhib-
 tied him from shaking hands with the
 man who had so uniformly abused and
 insulted him.
 Mitchell showed wonderful clever
 ness in the beginning, crawling out of
 the close quarters into which the supe-
 rior size. reach and weight of his oppo-
 nent bore him, but there was no falter-
 ing in Corbett's plan of campaign, and
 he slowly surrounded the Briton, as it
 were, raining in upon his head and
 sides a shower of savage punches
 There was despair in Mitchelfs face as
 vainly tried to elude his agile pur- suer, and finally when Corbett closed
 with his opponent in an off corner,
 Mitchell realized that it was no longer
 possible for him to escape the battery of the American. He pluckily tried to spar, and failing sought to clinch, but Corbett finally beat him off, and with a sharp blow on the side of the jaw
 brought the Englishman on all fours
 It was then that the crowd broke in- to a wild shout of applause With the cheers of his friends ringing in his ears. and with the 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, sprang toward the pitiab ble Englishman on the rough rosined platform, and de" scribing a semi-circle with his right tried to land a knockout blow. Twice he tried this, but Mitchell's weak and webbing body saved the American from foolishly sacrificing the honor and glory that would have come to him from his now decisive battle with the Englishman.
 There were cries of foul from the crowd, although the sentiment of the vast throng was plainly with the American. Corbett's seconds, with great presence of mind, shot through the ropes John Kelly ran to the side of the downfallen pugilist, and Corbett was dragged away. 1
 When the Englishman struggled to his feet, Corbett, without tithe of pity, pounded his big gloves into the !! face of his foe until the latter stag. : gered and fell against the ropes, and . lay almost sprawling on the floor, the blood smeared all over his face When , Mitchell was again on his feet the men ' closed in Corbett's corner, and there | was a savage exchange. When the ! gong sounded, seconds and referee, and ! the half dozen in the corner had to pry , the enemies apart. It was hard work { to bring Mitchell up again, but Corbett ! sprang out when the gong sounded. | There was hardly moment of spar ! ring. Mitchell tried but once, a last | desperate play to tackle, but Corbett ] was remarkably foxy and alert and he ] soon crowded the poor beaten Briton to the ropes again, and with another of his merciless jabs, sat his rival fiat on the floor. Mitchell was evidently suffering severely, and his face was tho picture of woe. His mouth and nose were bleeding and with his big gloves he had smeared the blood all over his face, until his appearance was most ghastlv. Again Corbett, los ing his presence of mind, started toward Mitchell and again his hands swung out and again his seconds ran forward to save him from 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 Kelly's finger went up and down like q pendulum of clock to count the seconds that must elapse before the battle was over.
 It seemed an hour before Mitchell finally rose to his feet again, and it was dangerously near the limit of time, but just before the gong rang out did stand up, leaning against the ropes, his face the counterfeit of his feelings. Kelly waved his finger to Corbett, who was seated in his corner, and the American champion sprang forward for the last time over to where Mitchell stood, n dangerous look in his eye, and with the supreme satisfaction of revenge. shot his hand out with the speed of lightning bolt A big glove landed fairly and squarcly on Mitch. ells face, and the Briton fell prona upon the stage, the blood oozing from his mouth and staining the rough pine boards of the ring. He made one faint attempt to move, and then turned over and lay with his face to the floor, ut tnrlu nd Ol Olcn1,,ta1,, I