The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1909-12-08
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call of "time" the seconds ran to their
resnective quarters ard the g'adiators
faced each other with hands in pos
ton.
Not a Match for John.
There never lived a man VINO could
stand toe to toe with Sullivan and ex-
j change blow for blow, and Kilrain
knew this. Mitchell knew it too, and
he had schooled his protege to be wary
of the sledge- hammer tactics with
which Sullivan had conquered the
world An expert at wrestling, ne
was urged to try for fall whenever
the occasion afforded itself, and it
was therefore no surprise after one
or two trifling exchanges to see Kilrain
duck under Sullivan's guard, seize him
about the waist and come crashing to
earth with his elbow full in Sullivan's
stomach.
The fall brought a storm of cheers
from the Kilrain camp, Sullivan was
nauseated by the impact of the fall,
but in a moment he was after Kilrain
like a lion, and Tor the balance of the
battle. which for severity has had few
parallels, he was constantly on the Of
fensive. His tremendous blows to the
body, whether delivered at long range
or in the clinches when back and kid
neys were pummeled, sounded like the
assaults of cooper on a barrel. Kill
( rain fought valantly, but nothing
could withstand Sullivan's bull-like
rushes, and time after time he was
, hurled to the earth.
Mitchell never for moment was
riled He tainted Sullivan, calling to
Kilrain, go at him, Jake. He cawnt
fight, You've got him, lad" Sullivan
was Infatuated and he hurled defiance
at Mitchell, saying that when he fin
/ ished Kilrain he would lick MIN (Mit-
chel) in the same ring.
Sullivan, always the idol of the
sporting element, won the admiration
of all at the ringside by his fair tao
tics in this battle. Kilrain spiked the
big fellow severely in one of the elm
ches The big champion let it pass,
/ but when the thing occurred a second
time and the blood welled through the
hole in his shoe as he stepped for
mark in remonstrance was:
Crowd Goes Wild.
Don't do that Fight like a man,
| Jake"
The crowd cheered itself hoarse, and
there was no more spiking or anything
that savored of unfairness.
| The heat became intolerabe as the
sun mounted the heavens. The tall
| pines afforded very little shade, and it
| is matter of record that the mercury
registered 107 when the battle was at
it's height
The bodies of both men, burnt by the
sun, were torn where the knuckles
ploughed burrows in glancing blows.
and the suffering of the contestants
must have been extreme. The tor
lures of the spectators were not ina
einary, either for the majority of
them had had no food since the pre-
vous evening and there was not q
drop of water to be had for love or
money. Then, too, there was the broil-
ing heat. and all wished for an early
termination OF the fight and a quick
trip back to town.
Kilrain was a pitiable spectacle at
the end of the seth round, and time
after time he dropped to the earth to
save punishment Under a strict ir-
depreciation of London prize ring
rules this would have lost him the
battle, but the deferee, who had the
confidence of everybody and who stood
so high in the estimation of mis- fellow
townsmen that thed had elected him
mayor, was not thoroughly posted on
this point, and the men fought on.
Mitchell was a mailman and it was
only after the repeated urgings of his
friends who did not want too see a
game man cut into ribbons that the
Englishman consented to throw up the
sponge, and it was almost noon when
in was carried to his corner for
the last time.
Sullivan standing in the center of
the ring, his face bruised and swollen.
shouted to Mitchell to come on and
get what's coming to you," but the
Englishman was already on his way
to the train with the crowd which
broke and ran thoroughly stated with
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