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The much talked-of and long
anticipated
event - the Bussy-Duffy prize-fight - took
place yesterday. Contrary to expection,
the mill was awarded to Bussy, thus blasting
the hopes of many, as well as relieving a large
number of the sporting fraternity of a doodly
amount of greenbacks of various denomina-
tions. Whatever of excitement was felt in the
city relative to the result of yesterday's fight
has been partially allayed by the event itself,
and those who confidently anticipated a
different result, and bet accordingly, are dis-
concerted and correspondingly dejected. Like
all days, the 20th came and passed; it was
ushered in by many an anxious one whose
hopes were high, but as the sun went down
these hopes were changed to positive reality
of a far different character. To one individual
at least, yesterday was a day long to be re-
membered. Struggling hard for fame - though,
perhaps, of a questionable character - he has
won it at the expense of a batterd face, and
now stands the acknowledged champion of
the middle weights of the Western country.
To another the day was also fraught with con-
tending emotions, but his star in sporting cir-
cles has set amid pain and defeat.
THE
EXCITEMENT
in the city, previous to yesterday, kept
in-
creasing as the day for the fight drew near.
Anxious men and boys collected in saloons
and other rendezvous every evening, and dis-
cussed the merits and demerits of the combat-
ants, and grew excited in proportion as they
talked the matter over. On Tuesday the ex-
citement seemed at its height, the friends
of either man backing their favorite with such
means as were at their command. Late
in the evening crowds of expectant
men thronged the Matteson House saloon,
the headquarters for the sale of tickets, and
in small groups predicted the result in terms
more decisive than polite. All night long
these groups loitered about the saloon, lest by
going to bed they should oversleep themselves,
and so miss the excursion train yesterday. As
day broke these small knots of individuals
kept receiving acquisitions until they became
one vast crowd, surging and swaying about,
eager for the approaching fray. Seven o'clock
saw them all at the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne
and Chicago passenger depot, ready for a
day's sport.
THE CROWD
numbered fully 2,000 persons of mixed
charac-
ter and embraced men of all professions, from
the man of leisure to the hard-working hod-
carrier. As is usual on such occasions, the
rough element was largely represented, their
short bristling hair and lower brows
speaking in silent though impressing
tones to the more timid and non-
associates of their class. "Be careful
how you tread on my toes." On this occasion
the better class spoke to them with unusual
deference, recognizing the fact that it was one
peculiarly in their province, and that a gentle-
man was but an outsider. Their opinion con-
cerning the endurance of the combatants was
eagerly sought, and though in some instances
it conflicted with better judgement of the
questioner, it was never gainsayed openly.
Altogether the crowd was very orderly, both
going to and returning from the fight; not a
single instance of positive brutality or breach
of the decorum recognized as the governing
principle in prize-fights took place.
THE SALE OF
TICKETS
for the excursion, which had been going
on
briskly all day and night before, was kept
up at the depot, a crier being employed who
set forth the advantage of securing tickets in
stentorian tones. At length the train, which
consisted of fourteen passenger cars,
was announced as being in readiness,
and a precipitate rush was made for
THE CARS.
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Through the courtesy of Mr. Cleland,
Gen-
eral Ticket Agent of the road, a car was ap-
propriated exclusively to the reporters and
representatives of the press, but through some
oversight, or perhaps we should have said,
mystery, these representatives were in suf-
ficient numbers to fill the reserved car to reple-
tion, compelling those who were really to do
the work of reporting to stand up. It is safe
to say that never before has the press of Chi-
cago had so many representatives as yester-
day, and probably never will have again.
Thirteen other cars were were filled with the
paying portion of the crowd, while next to the
engine was a first-class baggage-car, appro-
priated to the use of the Committee of Ar-
rangements, for the accommodation of the
various paraphernalia of the ring, and the
comfort of the men.
THE START
was effected about 8 o'clock, half an
hour
after the appointed time and the train
moved slowly out of the depot yard,
amid the cheers of a large crowd who
could not furnish the necessary amount of
funds to purchase a ticket. Slowly went the
train, still more slow, and finally it stopped al-
together, and rumor was busy with her many
tongues in giving reasons, the most prominent
among which was that the engine was insuffi-
cient to draw its load. A few moments
elapsed, another start was made, a few rods
more gained, and the train was stopped again.
The reason was now explained. The train
was an extra one, and was expected to keep
out of the way of all regular trains. After a
good half hour's waiting the track was pro-
nounced clear, and the cars moved on. At
Thirty-first street another stop was made, and
Duffy, McCoole, and McDermott, were taken on
board and quartered in the car devoted to the
members of the press.
THE TRIP
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The cars then moved off briskly, none
but a
priviledged few knowing their destination.
In due time Robertsdale, the scene
of the Dorney-Fitzgerald fight, was
reached, but the train moved on as
briskly as ever, leaving the occupants to guess
of their destination, but leaving it apparent
to all that Robertsdale was not the appointed
place. About 200 people were congregated on
the spot where the mill a few weeks ago oc-
curred, probably expecting that the one of
yesterday would take place there also. Sev-
eral little fires had been kindled in the timber
adjoining, around which hovered little knots
of men, who had evidently been keeping vigil
all the night before. As the train moved past
they deserted their places, and walked on
after the retreating cars, determined to see
the fight at all hazzards. At Clark's Station,
24 miles out of Chicago, the train again
stopped, and Bussy and his trainer, both of
whom had gone out the night before, were
taken on board, and the cars again moved
slowly away. An anxious lookout was kept
by those most skilled in such matters for a
suitable place for the mill, but after going
about a mile further the indications were un-
favorable, and a return to Robertsdale was
determined upon. Accordingly the engine
reversed its action, and the train was slowly
backed to the scene of the Dorney-Fitzgerald
fight.
THE GROUND
was easily selected in the center of a
large
meadow, owned by a Mr. Roberts, and the
stakes were driven, and a ring formed with-
in twenty-feet of the place where Dorney
and Fitzgerald contended for the champion-
ship a few weeks since. No better place
could possibly have been selected, and it
was pronounced by those au fait in such mat-
ters as perfect. Immediately upon the crowd
disembarking from the train, plenty of enthu-
siastic persons volunteered their services to
the Committee of Arrangements, and in a
twinkling the stakes, ropes, and other neces-
sary accompaniments of a twenty-four foot
ring were taken to the designated spot, and
the completion of the ring according to the
"rules" at once begun.
THE DAY
was a beautiful one, and the most
impious
pronounced it as one gotten up by Providence
for that special occasion, thus conveying the
idea that the god of battles smiled upon the
scene about to take place. However, be that
as it may, it was a most beautiful day, and one
really in comport with scenes of blood of any
description. The chilliness of the morning had
worn off by noon, rendering the use of over-
coats unnecessary. The sun shone with that
obscure light one observes on an Indian sum-
mer's day, rendering the air warm, while it did
not interfere with either of the combatants
in the ring by shining in their eyes.
SCENES ON THE
GROUND
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During the putting up of the ring,
which ne-
cessarily occupied some considerable time, the
crowd, which had increased by accessions of
"natives," and the arrival of those who had
kept an all night vigil in the immediate vicini-
ty, fully 1,000 persons began to look about
them for amusement. Presently a man was
seen coming across the field with a
barrel of lager on his shoulder, and
a rush was made for him and
his load. Dumping it upon the grass, the ba-
rel was quickly tapped and an impromptu sa-
loon started. At first 10, then 20, and finally 25
cents a glass was demanded, and even at the
maximum price the barrel was soon emptied.
Another, and still another took its place, and in
turn were drained of their contents by the
thirsty crowd who had, singularly enough, left
their private bottles at home. It was observed
by veteran pugilists that never before had
a crowd gone to see a prize-fight with
so little of the spirituous with them. When
the third barrel of beer was emptied the
stock was out, and those who had not been
fortunate enough to obtain a glass from
either were forced to go dry or drink water,
which fluid, it is well known, is a stranger to
the stomachs of most men who class them-
selves ampong the sporting fraternity. The
bar was now supplied with a quanity of
sandwiches, which had the appearance of
having been put up, like the old woman's
butter, expressly to sell; but at such times,
when hunger is gnawing at a man's stomach,
quantity is regarded more than quality,
and they too soon disappeared at the exorbi-
tant price of 25 cents each. The bar was then
turned into a chuck-a-luck table by an enter-
prising young gambler, and for want of a better
amusement, the game was well patronized, to
the evident delight of the proprietor. Apples
were converted into balls, and catching
became a prominent amusement. A small
boy, whose pants were too short for him, or
who was too long for his pants, and
whose feet were encased in a number
10 pair of cowhide stoga boots, watched
the proceedings a while, and seemed to
be struck with an idea, for hastening off over
the fields, only to return soon after, he ap-
proached the players, and drawing an ordi-
nary yarn ball from his pocket, he magnani-
mously offered to sell it to any one for the
small sum of $5. He had become demoral-
ized by the high prices that ranged on the
ground, and boyishly thought to make a small
fortune from a still smaller investment. His
offer was not accepted, as the beer and sand-
wiches had absorbed all the spare change of
the players. The proprietor of the
chuck-a-luck game was, however, doomed to
bankruptcy, for in less than half an hour after
opening his "bank" he was obliged to suspend
operations for want of funds. Several old
hands had got hold of him, and throw the
dice as he would, they turned up against him
every time. He paid out his last dollar to the
winner, and resignedly rolled up his "sweat-
cloth" and sauntered away, singing.
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"Oh, ever thus from childhood's
hour,
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I've seen my fondest hopes
decay."
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Groups of females gathered in the far
off dis-
tance, withheld probably by maiden delicacy
from coming nearer, and it was observed du-
ring the fight that whenever the crowd cheered,
the females, knowing intuitively that some-
thing was up, waved their handkerchiefs in to-
ken of sympathy.
THE TICKETS FOR THE INNER
RING
now began to be sold, and rapidly
commanded
$2 each. As soon as the fact that they
could be procured was announced, a
general rush was made, and they went
off like hot cakes, until 500 had been
disposed of. Every possessor of one of these
magic little pieces of ribbon was entitled to a
seat in the inner ring, and each one confident-
ly expected to have a front seat. The
members of the press, by no means so large as
they were on the cars, were each furnished
with a badge, and were also entitled to a front
seat.
THE RING
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First there was the ordinary 24-foot
ring for
the combatants, and just outside, leaving a
space of about 8 feet, the second ring
was erected. In this space all who held either
a piece of green ribbon or a reporter's
badge were placed, and when they all got in
there was not space enough left for a weasel
to creep through. As the fight progressed the
outer ring was broken down, and the crowd,
pressing up from behind, crowded those in
front into the ring. All order was forgotten;
every man of the dense crowd being deter-
mined to see, he naturally got as far forward
as possible, disregarding his neighbor's com-
forts, tread on his corns, sat on his
head, or leaned heavily on his back,
paying as little attention to the
mild hints from the discommoded to move as
a mule would to the imprecations of its
driver. If one man's beaver hat obstructed
the view of another man a blow on top of
the head, which mashed the hat over his eyes,
was a polite invitation to take off the offend-
ing portion of his dress. Toward the last of
the fight the jam became unbearable to those
in the front, and they arose to their feet.
Our reporter happened to be in the second
tier, and following suit, stood up also. All re-
quests for those in front to sit down
produced no response until a big burly
fellow, with short hair and a hang
dog look about him, leaning heavily upon
our reporters shoulder, leveled a revolver,
the hammer of which was in close proximity
to his right ear, and swore, in terms more em-
phatic than polite, that he "would shoot the
first son of a b----h who refused to sit down
when he told them." One glance at the man
making the statement and the argument he
presented, and every man in front of him
squatted suddenly. In doing so, however, the
southeast post of the 24-foot ring was pulled
down, and all efforts to get it in proper position
again were unavailing, and the fight went on
with a broken ring. The crowd, however,
awed by the big man in the rear and his re-
volver, scrupulously avoided infringing upon
the sacred precincts of the twenty-four feet.
Various shifts were adopted by those who had
been unable to get into the inner ring to see
the fight. Several large trees stood near, and
upon their branches perched all who pos-
sessed the ability to climb them. On the east
side of the ring and about four rods
from it was a hay stack, and its top
was litterally covered with those anxious to
see. A wagon having a hay-rack on it was
impressed into service and drawn near the
west side, and upon it a large crowd congre-
gated, who thus elevated above the crowd
gained a good sight without extra pay. At one
o'clock the rings were finished, the crowd ar-
ranged, and the men sent for. In 15 minutes
after, Duffy shied his castor into the ring
and immediately followed it. A
few moments later Bussy followed
suit, both being loudly cheered. The seconds
of the men had already been chosen, namely
Mike McCoole and Denny O'Brien for Duffy,
and Frank Nye and Jerry Donovan for Bussy.
The choosing of umpires and referee
occupied considerable time, as those accept-
able to both parties refused or were prevented
from serving, from pecuniary interest in the
result. Nearly three quarters of an hour
were spent in fruitless attempts to get suit-
able parties to serve, and finally they were
successful, by fixing upon Jack McCann and
John Finn as umpires, and Nick Gary as ref-
eree.
THE BETTING
which had been in favor of Duffy ever
since
the fight was first made, continued so after
the men were in the ring, as great odds as
three to one on Duffy being offered and taken.
Several bets of $100 to $50 were made while
the men were stripping, all in favor of Duffy,
who was expected to win the fight unless
prevented by an accident, such as a foul or
an accidental blow that would knock
him out of time. A large amount of betting
was done on the ground, but it was principally
after the men had been brought into the ring.
After being stripped, Bussy ran nimbly over
to Duffy's corner and offered to bet him $100
even that he, Bussy, would win the fight.
Duffy accepted the offer at once, and wanted
to increase it to $500, but Bussy replied, "I
haven't got any more, old man." The bet was
made, and the two men were fully stripped for
the fight.
THE ORGIN
of which is as follows: Some time since
Andy
Duffy came to this city from New Orleans ex-
pressly to arrange a fight between himself and
Jerry Donovan. The latter was willing to
fight for $2,000, but Duffy couldn't raise but
$500, so that arrangement fell through. Dur-
ing the negotiations which were going on be-
tween them the name of Bussy was mentioned,
and the fight which came off yesterday was
made up between them, Dan Stanton backing
Bussy, and Tom Duffy, a cousin of Andy, back-
ing him.
THE MEN
as they stood stripped in the ring,
presented
very marked differences, both in form and
feature. Bussy, though the shorter of the
two, weighed 149, while his opponent weighed
only 139. Duffy has been trained according to
the Western idea - that is, to starve the man
down to the lowest possible notch, and bring
him into the ring a perfect skeleton. Bussy
has evidently been in better hands, for
though well trained, his endurance was not
weakened by excessive labor nor excessive
starving, and accordingly, as they stood in the
ring, the one was hearty and healthy, while
the other was nothing better than skin and
bones. The muscles stood out prominently
all over Bussy's body, while Duffy looked like
an over-grown school boy that had been poorly
fed and more poorly taken care of. That the
fight yesterday resuulted according to the looks
of the men when stripped no one will deny,
and that Bussy was the winner on account of
his superior training, no one denies.
DUFFY
was born in county Mayo, Ireland, in
1843,
and is, consequently, 24 years of age. Early
in life he was apprenticed to a boiler-maker.
When 18 years old he fought a man called
the Cockney Gamble, and whipped him in five
rounds, receiving as his portion of the prize
money two pounds. In 1852 he fought
his second fight with Charles Court-
ney, and defeated him in seven rounds,
lasting eleven minutes. About a month
after he left England, and came to this
country, making his way to St. Louis, when
shortly after he fought Pat McDermott, his
trainer for the fight yesterday, and succeeded
in getting a drawn battle, both men being
blind. In January last he fought Peter Joyce,
in New Orleans, and defeated him in fourteen
rounds, occupying seventeen minutes. The
following March he defeated Jim Turner,
near New Orleans. The fight lasted
over two hours, during which 176 rounds were
fought. Duffy is 5 feet 10 1/2 inches in height,
and weighed yesterday 139 pounds, having re-
duced himself 11 pounds during training.
BUSSY
was born in Westchester county, N.Y., in
1838,
and is consequently 29 years old. He is of Irish
descent, both his parents having been
born in Upper Clare, Westmeath county,
Ireland. At the age of 11 he ran away
from home, and shipped on board a merchant
vessel. In 1861 he entered the naval service
of the United States, and served faithfully
until the close of the war, having in the mean-
time risen to the rank of boatswain. Bussy
has never fought a battle in the ring in his
life, and his admirable action yesterday shows
what judicious training may and can do. A
man with less judgement than Bussy exhibited
would have made him struck a foul
blow when Duffy was falling so as to prevent
punishment. Bussy was trained by Dutch
Frank at Sunnyside, and Duffy was trained by
Pat McDermott at Crystal Lake. Both men
began training on the 16th of October, and
were, therefore, in training about a month each.
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At two o'clock and four minutes the
men
faced the scratch, shook hands, and awaited
the signal for "time," which was presently
given, and they came up for the fight.
THE FIGHT
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First Round. - The men
advanced quickly
from their corners on the first call of time,
and reaching the scratch, eyed each other for
a few seconds before attempting to commence
business. Considerable feinting ensued, each
sport being eminently desirous of allowing the
other to open the fight. At length Bussy
got a fairly stong body blow, receiving in
return a rattler over the eyes. The men then
clinched, but slipped apart, Bussy sending
his man to the ropes by a finely directed body
blow. Rapid exchanges followed, Bussy going
for the ribs of his opponent, and taking small
change on the head - in closing the round,
Duffy put in two vicious upper cuts, but Bus-
sy stopped them neatly, and after taking
a rap on the head, sent the Fenian boy, Duffy,
to grass with a rib-roaster. On seeing a heavy
red seam on Bussy's forehead, the other
claimed "first blood," but it was not allowed.
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Second Round. - The lads
promptly answered
the music of the call of "time," and came smil-
ing from their corners, though each looked a
little anxious. After a little nervous spar-
ing, Bussy opened with a terrific left-hander
on the Fenian's neck. Duffy replied quickly
on the conk, when some terrific exchanging
ensued. Duffy got a coulpe of lively rib-
roasters, and countering on Fred's left optic,
materially interfering with the placid appear-
ance of that organ. The round seemed to be
somewhat in Duffy's favor, but ended by his
going to the grass, with a stinger on the bread-
basket.
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Third Round. - Duffy opened
the bout, by
feeling in a lively manner for Bussy's left
optic, receiving in return a well directed blow
over the heart. Bussy attempted to follow
the thing up with a facial disturber, but the
poke fell short, and the pair clinched. They
fought to the ropes in a most determined
manner, exchanging compliments with a
pleasing disregard of consequences. In this
round both men displayed their opening fight-
ing tactics. Duffy bestowed his attention
chiefly upon his man's face, while Bussy con-
tented himself by showering in hot ones on
the ribs, breast, and region of the kidneys.
After merrily fibbing away in this manner at
the ropes for a few seconds, Duffy slipped from
the clinch, and went earthward with a rib-
roaster.
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Fourth Round. - Duffy now
commenced to be
a little cautious in his dealings with the Sun-
nyside gosling. He answered the call of time
promptly, but resorted to considerable feint-
ing when he reached the mark. He sent in a
good optical deluder, but Bussy stopped it
neatly, and gave a heavy shot in the bread-
basket for a weak one. The men again re-
sorted to fancy sparring for a second or so,
when Duffy sent home a rattler on the fore-
head, getting in return a rousing right-hander
on the potato trap, sending him to the grass, and
drawing the ruby in a mild stream from his
damaged ivories. First blood claimed and al-
lowed for Bussy.
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Fifth Round. - This round
developed a change
of tactics on the part of Duffy, the Fenian.
heretofore he had faced the music every time,
and turned his attention to his adversary's
frontispiece, giving and taking compliments
with considerable generosity. From this
time, however, he resorted to the "drop"
game, and after worrying his adversary for a
brief period, went to the grass with an insufficient
blow. By this means he undoubtedly intended
to prolong the battle with the hope of winding
his man. He opened the round with a nasal
investigator, and got in exchange a stinger on
ribs. Quick, though not very decided, ex-
changes followed, and Duffy went down with
a tap on the ivories.
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Sixth Round. - Both men came
up quickly from
their corners, though Bussy began to show
punishment. His left eye was not only in
mourning, but was fast going to sleep, while
his entire physiognomy looked groggy. Duffy,
on the other hand, barring a half score red
welts on the ribs, looking as pretty and unsul-
lied as a peach. The Fenian opened with a
rib-roaster, well put in, but repaid with in-
terest on the left cheek. A few weak ex-
changes followed, when Duffy went down to
avoid punishment.
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Seventh Round. - Duffy sent
home a stinger
on the left eye, but got a rattler on the fore-
head, and a weak one on the bugle, when he
went to the grass to avoid punishment, after a
brief clinch.
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Eighth Round. - After a little
feinting, during
which Bussy followed Duffy nearly to his
corner, he stopped a nasal disturber in a very
pretty manner, and throwing in a rib-roaster,
sent the Fenian to the grass.
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Ninth Round. - Quick
exchanges, followed
by a clinch, marked this round. Without
much delay the boys fell, Duffy going under.
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Tenth Round. - Some beautiful
exchanges
immediately followed the arrival of the sports
at the scatch. Bussy fibbed away at the
ribs, getting a brace of hot ones on the optics,
when Duffy declined a rejoiner, and went down.
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Eleventh Round. - After a
little sparring, the
boys clinched and got to the ropes, near the
referee. Duffy sent some stingers home to his
man's head, and fell, while the other fibbed
away right joyonsly on the ribs. A tap for the
Fenian on the conk settled the round, for he
slipped away and went to earth.
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Twelfth Round. - A few weak
exchanges, a
determined clinch, some heavy countering on
body and chest, and a mutual fall, with Bus-
sy on the upper story, characterized this
round.
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Thirteenth Round. - Duffy came
with caution
to the scratch, but embracing the first oppor-
tunity, put in a stinger to Bussy's left cheek.
Bussy clinched with the Fenian, and after giv-
ing him a couple of body blows, took a smarter
on the left peeper, threw him prettily, and with
considerable force.
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Fourteenth Round. - Bussy went
well for the
Fenian's ribs. Duffy countered on the front-
ispiece, the pair clinched, and Duffy slipping,
went to the grass.
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Fifteenth Round. - Duffy
approached the
scratch cautiously, though in prime condition.
He gave a rattler on the right peeper, took a
stinger on the potato trap, and visited mother
earth with considerable complacency.
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Sixteenth Round. - After a
little sparring fo-
wind, the men clinched and fibbed away unan-
imously on each others ribs. Duffy attempted
to vary the programme by going for the other's
facial extremity, but getting an unusually
warm one over the heart, dropped to the turf.
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Seventeenth Round. - Both lads
came from
their corners quickly, though Bussy's bleed-
ing and lacerated face looked decidedly uncom-
fortable. After exercising a little necessary
caution, Bussy got home a rattler on his man's
neck. Duffy countered, but the blow fell short,
and after some rather wild exchanges the Fe-
nian went down.
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Eighteenth Round. - After a
few rattlers at the
scratch the sports clinched and fought to the
ropes near Bussy's corner, where after fibbing
away with alacrity for a few seconds, Duffy
went under. It was claimed in this round
that Bussy fouled by holding on to the
ropes, but the claim was not allowed.
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Nineteenth Round. - Bussy got
well in on
Duffy's head. He took a tap on the ivories,
and sent his opponent to the grass with a rib-
roaster.
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Twentieth Round. - The men
both approached
the scratch with caution. Bussy got in a
good one on the ivories, but took in return a
claret-drawer on the left cheek. Weak ex-
changes ensued, and Duffy went down.
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Twenty-first Round. - Bussy
took a couple of
stingers on the bugle and ivories. He gave
some two or three rib-roasters with fine effect,
and Duffy feeling sick, sat down.
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Twenty-second Round. - Brief,
though sharp
exchanges, a clinch, and fall, with Duffy going
under, were features of this round.
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Twenty-third Round. - Bussy
took a rattler
on the ivories, but replied with a brace on the
ribs, and his man lay down.
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Twenty-fourth Round. - The
same programme
was repeated, with the additional fact that
the crowd commenced to hiss Duffy loudly for
his dropping propensities as a means of avoid-
ing punishment.
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Twenty-fifth Round. - Bussy
sent home a
stinger on the left side ribs, and a hot one
over the kidneys in rapid succession. A par-
tial clinch ensued, when the men broke, and
Duffy slipped down to his knee. Bussy,
though his fall looked bad, with the left
eye quite closed and the cheek distilling claret
profusely, stood over him with an expression
of pure contempt on his physiognomy, until
he was hauled to his corner by his obliging
seconds.
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Twenty-sixth Round. - After a
little feinting,
a severe lock ensued, and the boys fought over
the ropes near Bussy's side; Bussy sent home
a succession of rattling rib-roasters, receiving in
reply facial disturbers with a vengeance. They
slipped apart for an instant, and again
clutched, when the Fenian fibbed away on the
back of his man's head, and received stingers
on the breast and heart. He finally fell
through.
_
Twenty-seventh Round. - Bussy
forced his
opponent to his corner, and after taking one
on the ivories and a smarter on the right optic,
played a brace on the bread-basket, and al-
lowed Duffy to sit down.
_
Twenty-eighth Round. - This
was short,
sweet, and hot, Duffy going to the grass after
brief though heavy exchanges.
_
Twenty-nineth Round, Thirtieth,
and Thirty-first
Rounds - In each of these bouts rapid ex-
changes followed cautious sparring. Bussy
played on Duffy's ribs, sending him earthward
each time, though receiving some hot ones on
the peepers, cheek, and ivories.
_
Thirty-second Round. - A
little wild hitting
inaugurated this round, when Duffy went down
in his corner, with a good smack over the
seat of affection.
_
Thirty-third Round. - Bussy
led off with a
vicious crack on the neck, sending his man
down, after which he walked to his own corner.
_
Thirty-fourth and thirty-fifth
Rounds. -
Sharp exchanges on the old places, brief
clinches and falls with Bussy right side up
where the features of these rounds.
_
Thirty-sixth Round. - Duffy
opened with a
hit to the potato-trap well stopped, and
adroitly fell to avoid punishment and coax a
foul.
_
Thirty-seventh Round. - Bussy
sent home two
stingers on the ivories, and fought his man
down in rapid style.
_
Thirty-eighth Round. - Sharp
exchanges on
old sores, and Duffy swept clean off his feet by
a well-directed rib-roaster First knock-down
claimed and allowed for Bussy.
_
Thirty-nineth to Forty-second
Round. - In each
of these rounds the men pursued their accus-
tomed tactics. Bussy worked well on Duffy's
body, and got payment in renewed install-
ments on the face. Duffy went down every
time.
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Forty-third Round. - The
excitement now
increased to almost frenzy; betting was slow-
er, and yelling and swearing louder and
stronger. Duffy was slow to the call of time,
and after giving a weak blow on the right
optic, went to the grass with a slight tap on the
ribs. As he softly descended, Bussy looked at
him most contemptuously and said something
to him, though we failed to catch the word.
_
Forty-fourth Round. - Bussy,
without much
effort, knocked his man squarely off his feet
with a stinger on the left chest.
_
Forty-fifth to Forty-seventh
Round. - Quick
and good exchanges marked these rounds.
Duffy, as usual, went down with rib-roasters,
but in each case landed his bunch of fives upon
Bussy's frontispiece, and generally on his right
eye, which, like the left, was now rapidly
closing.
_
Forty-eighth Round. - Duffy
fell without a
blow, to the music of the hisses of the crowd.
_
Forty-ninth Round. - A weak
stroke on Bus-
sy's ivories, a rattling counter on the Fenian's
ribs, and Duffy down.
_
Fiftieth Round. - Bussy took
one on the jaw,
gave one on the chest, and clinched, Duffy slip-
ping to the grass to coax a foul blow.
_
Fifty-first Round. - Duffy
sent out a good
feeler with his right to Bussy's shoulder, a
couple of short left-handers to his head, and
fell without punishment.
_
Fifty-second Round. - In this
round, after
giving nothing and going down with a brace
of rib-roasters, Duffy exhibited his first symp-
toms of severe punishment from the body
blows he had received. He gasped and strug-
gled for breath as he was carried to his corner,
and had his guard arm closely clasped upon
his breast as he left his second's knee for the
_
Fifty-third Round. - The men
both sparred
for wind, when Duffy fell with a weak chest-
contractor, Bussy neatly avoiding giving a foul
blow, though prettily offered. Duffy now was
evidently trying to wear out his antagonist
and trust to his own powers of endurance to
take whatever punishment was inflicted in the
interm.
_
Fifty-fourth to Fifty-sixth
Rounds. - I each of
these rounds Duffy went to the grass, easily,
though he gave a few weak strokes at the
other's frontispiece, and received some stingers
in the bread-basket. Bussy commenced to
look disgusted at the "dropping" tactics of
his opponent, and evidently desired to force
the fighting.
_
Fifty-seventh Round. - This
round was chiefly
characterized by the fact that Bussy for the
first time fell upon his adversary when he
dropped him with a rib roaster. Before this
he had spared his man by saving himself from
falling on him.
_
Fifty-eighth Round. - Duffy
down, amid cries
of "foul," without a blow.
_
Fifty-ninth to Sixty-fourth
Rounds. - These
rounds were all short, but more or less lively.
Duffy went down with body blows, but man-
aged to get some rattling upper-cuts on
Bussy's optics and cheek.
_
Sixty-fifth Round. - Bussy
sent his man to
earth with a crack on the chest, above the
heart, assisting him to fall by means of two
beautifully rapid blows on the ribs. These
hits were the quickest of the entire mill.
_
Sixty-sixth Round. - Weak
exchanges, and
Duffy down to avoid punishment.
_
Sixty-seventh Round. - Bussy
led off with his
right, and got in succession of good ivory-
tappers, and a rattler on the jaw. Duffy re-
plied weakly, and went to earth with a rib-
roaster, showing punishment badly.
_
Sixty-eighth to Seventieth
Round. - Nothing
remarkable characterized these rounds. Some
hot blows were given by Bussy on the ribs,
and received by him on the face, in each case
Duffy going down.
_
Seventy-first Round. - after a
few exchanges,
hot and sweet, Bussy caught Duffy and fibbed
away at his ribs in tremendous style, while the
Fenian, before visiting grass, played on the
back of the other's cranium.
_
Seventy-second Round. - Duffy
got a hot one
on the right peeper, took a stinger on the
ribs, and dropped.
_
Seventy-third Round. - Bussy,
on leaving his
corner, invited Duffy to come over and see
him on his side of the scratch. The latter
was slowly acceding to the request when he
fell with a stinger on the shoulder.
_
Seventy-fourth to Eightieth
Rounds. - Duffy, as
usual, sought the prairie grass on each of these
rounds. his fighting was slow and ineffec-
tual, and he fell with little provocation. On
the seventy-ninth round, indeed, he fell without
a blow.
_
Eighty-first Round. - Bussy,
though almost
blind, looked more contident than ever.
Duffy was without half a dozen marks on his
face, but appeared to suffer seriously from his
body blows. Bussy sent him to earth with a
rib-roaster, and falling heavily on him, evinced
a determination to fix the dropping business,
by playing a little with the same card.
_
Eighty-second Round. - Bussy
opened the
round and fought his man to his corner, send-
ing him heavily down. Duffy showed punish-
ment badly, but recovered for the
_
Eighty-third and eighty-fourth
Rounds. -
Here were seen some pretty returns and
clinches, when both fell together.
_
Eighty-fifth Round. - In this
round Duffy,
acting apparently on his second's advice, went
boldly to the scratch, and forced the fighting.
He sent home a rattler on Bussy's blind eye,
and after some sharp exchanges, fell.
_
Eighty-sixth Round. - A
wrestle followed by
rapid exchanges opened the round, Duffy still
forcing the business. He sent in some hot
ones on his man's face and neck, received a
couple of scorching rib roasters, and went to
grass with Bussy falling heavily on him.
_
Eighty-seventh Round. - This
was one of the
hardest rounds of the fight. Duffy opened
with a left-hander to the peeper,
when the men fought to the ropes and
back again to the scratch, where Duffy
closed some lightning exchanges by going
to grass.
_
Eighty-eighth Round. - Bussy
got in a brace
of stingers on the face and neck, taking as
small change, a return on the right eye. The
left was completely closed, and the right al-
most so. He managed, however, to send
home a rattling blow to the body and lev-
eled his man.
_
Eighty-nineth to Ninety-first
Rounds. - These
rounds were about of the same spirited char-
acter as the proceeding one. In the eighty-
eighth round, however, an eye opener sent in
by Duffy broke the swollen cuticle of Bussy's
right eye, and by drawing the ruby, removed
much of the inflammation and materially bet-
tered his chances. Duffy continued to force
the fighting, though in each case he went to
earth.
_
Ninety-second to Ninety-sixth
Rounds. - These
bouts exhibited a continuance of the slashing
fighting introduced by Duffy. Exchanges were
rapid and lively, and the upper cuts of the
Fenian again gave Bussy trouble by closing
his optics. He however fought game and,
though half blind, staggered about the scratch,
and never went down unless Duffy was with
him. The ninety-fifth round was character-
ized by a brief dispute between the seconds,
resulting in the elevation of Jerry Donovan's
left duke, and a consequent collision with
Denny O'Brien's peeper.
_
Ninety-seventh Round. - A
lively series of ex-
changes terminated by Bussy being knocked
clear off his feet. He was carried to his cor-
ner weak, and with a badly disfigured physi-
ognomy.
_
Ninety-eighth to One Hundred and
First
Rounds. - Bussy was so blind that the Fenian
appeared to have it all his own way, and by
forcing the fighting, though he received a few
rib roasters, succeeded in peppering away in
lively style on his man's eye. Fred, however,
held out gamely, and never dropped without
cause.
_
One Hundred and Second Round.
- Bussy des-
perately clinched with Duffy, who slipped and
fell.
_
One Hundred and Third Round. -
Bussy, with
his eye a little more open, sent home two
stingers on the neck, and rushing to a clinch,
had the satisfaction of seeing Duffy fall to
avoid punishment.
_
One Hundred and Fourth to One
Hundred and
Thirty-fourth Rounds. - With the hundred and
fourth round, Bussy seemed to gain his second
wind, and went in with renewed vigor.
He was still half blind: and in many rounds
received staggering blows. Game to the last,
however, he never went to grass
unless fairly beaten down, and
fought with a perfect desperation.
He continued to fib away merrily on Duffy's
chest and ribs, neglecting the face altogether,
though occasionally sending home a hard one
in the neck. On the last round, he opened by
giving the Fenian a hot one under the jaw, and
a light body blow. Duffy weakly responded,
when Bussy let drive a rattler on the neck,
and Duffy fell to the grass. Time was called
half a dozen times, but Duffy was too weak
to leave his second's knee. Regard-
less of McCoole's injuctions to fight
on, he was unable to lift his head from Denny
O'Brien's shoulder, and with considerable re-
luctance, the redoubtable Mike tossed the
sponge to the middle of the ring. Bussy then
crossed over and warmly shook his defeated,
and almost insensible antagonist by the hand.
_
The time of the mill was one hour and
forty-
two minutes. Number of rounds, 134.
AFTER THE
FIGHT
_
When the seconds of Duffy threw up
the
sponge, every man in the crowd cheered the
victor, who immediately ran over and shook
hands with his opponent. To show that he
was not yet out of wind, he proposed to, and
did run at full speed from the ring to the cars,
a distance of 25 rods. Duffy walked over, but
the body blows he had received incapacitated
him from any active exertion, and he trod
the ground lightly as one does who has a se-
vere headache and does not want to fan him-
self unnecessarily. Bussy's face presented
evidences of the combat, but his injuries are
all about the head, and will rapidly heal,
while those of Duffy are more permanent and
deeper seated. Bussy's left eye is entirely
closed up, and the right one had a narrow es-
cape. Both his cheek bones received taps that
opened gashes from which blood flowed
freely, but with the exception of a few
scatches on different parts of his face, he re-
ceived no other injuries. Duffy's injuries
are all located on the left side, ranging from
the neck down, but was disabled entirely by
the blows he received in the region of the
heart. Duffy is weak and disheartened, while
Bussy is apparently as strong as when he en-
tered the ring.
GOING HOME
_The
crowd embarked on the cars at
4:15, but owing to the delays occa-
sioned by being compelled to keep
out of the way of other trains, the
excursionists did not arrive in the city until
half-past six in the evening. Everybody was
quiet and orderly, not an uncivil word being
spoken. Both men were brought in on the train
and Duffy at once taken to a doctor for medi-
cal attendance. Shortly after the train
started a subscription for Duffy was started.
A TALK WITH THE
MEN
_
Coming in on the train, our reporter
visited
the car in which Duffy, his seconds and backer
were seated. It was just at the time when
Bussy, with his great good heart (which
should make him an ornament rather
than a disgrace to society), had sought his
opponent out, and feeling for him in his defeat,
and consequent loss of money, gave him, as a
token of his sympathy, $50. He at the same
time informed him that Jerry Donovan was
going through the cars raising a purse for him.
McCoole in behalf of his principal, who
seemed to appreciate this kind act of the
winner of the fight, thanked Bussy, and
remarked to those around him that such con-
duct was worthy of the "best man." Duffy
appeared much distressed, and reclining in
dreadful agony. His left eye was rapidly acquir-
ing gigantic proportions, and his nose seemed
to be broken, while his clothing hid those parts from
the view of the lookers-on. Donovan then re-
turned to the car and presented to Duffy some
$200 or more, which had been collected for
him.
_Leaving
Duffy, the car in which Fred
Bussy rode was visited. A great crowd
were collecting around him, and to all of whom
he was busily talking. About his head a
handkerchief was wrapped, covering thet left
eye which had been closed early in the fight.
Some friend of his had got him something to
eat, which by the way he disposed of
it, we suppose was much enjoyed.
Bussy appeared to be in the best
of spirits, as indeed he should, and baring his
eyes, was not injured at all. This, more than
anything else, is owing to the splendid con-
dition he was in, and he says he can never
express sufficient thanks to Frank
Nye, his principal trainer, for his ex-
cellent and kindly care over him.
He also spoke well of Joe Coburn,
who stood just outside the ropes at his corner,
and who, throughout the entire fight, urged
him on by words of cheer and good ad-
vice; also to Jerry Donovan, who assisted
"Dutch Frank" in seconding him, he owed
much of his success. He was extremely glad
that he had won the fight, on account
of the few friends who had from the first stood
by him, and who were now recompensed in a
profitable manner for their kindness toward
him. In particularly pleasant manner he
spoke of his wife and child, who were at
home awaiting his arrival. He loved his
wife, he said, and for her sake he was
glad of the result, for now, having won a
goodly sum of money, he intended to forsake
the ring, and starting in some business, live
with his family a peaceful life for the rest of
his days. In answer to a question as to
whether he felt able to be present at Coburn's
benefit on Thursday evening, he remarked that
he would, beyond a doubt, even if he had to
"walk on his head." Take him for all in all,
Fred Bussy is a clever, pleasant-hearted man,
and hundreds of those who were at first op-
posed to him are now glad that he won the
fight.
THE ARRIVAL
HOME
_At
about half past six o'clock in the even-
ing the train bearing the excursionists arrived
in the city, and all disembarked, happy to once
more get where they could satiate their thirst
and hunger in the usual manner. All along the
line of the road from Twenty-sixth street
crowds of men were gathered at every street
corner, who on learning who was the victor,
gave loud and hearty cheers. This has ended
a much talked of event, and the next thing on
the tap is the McCoole-Coburn fight next
May. Of this more anon, as plenty of time
exists to thoroughly canvass the whole facts.
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