THE CHICAGO REPUBLICAN
Contest for the Western Middle Weight Championship.
The Great Encounter Between Andy Duffy and
Bussy the Winner in 134 Rounds and one Hour and Three Quarters
The Excursion from Chicago to the Battle-Ground
Two Thousand Spectators - Scenes and Incidents
The Details of the Encounter - Conversation with the Men - Their Condition
_ The much talked-of and long anticipated event - the Bussy-Duffy prize-fight - took place yesterday. Contrary to expect ion, 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 denominations. 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 disconcerted 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 remembered. Struggling hard for fame - though, perhaps, of a questionable character - he has won it at the expense of a battered face, and now stands the acknowledged champion of the middle weights of the Western country. To another the day was also fraught with contending emotions, but his star in sporting circles has set amid pain and defeat.
in the city, previous to yesterday, kept increasing as the day for the fight drew near. Anxious men and boys collected in saloons and other rendezvous every evening, and discussed the merits and demerits of the combatants, and grew excited in proportion as they talked the matter over. On Tuesday the excitement 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.
numbered fully 2,000 persons of mixed character 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 gentleman was but an outsider. Their opinion concerning 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.
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
_ Through the courtesy of Mr. Cleland, General Ticket Agent of the road, a car was appropriated exclusively to the reporters and representatives of the press, but through some oversight, or perhaps we should have said, mystery, these representatives were in sufficient numbers to fill the reserved car to repletion, 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 Chicago had so many representatives as yesterday, 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, appropriated to the use of the Committee of Arrangements, for the accommodation of the various paraphernalia of the ring, and the comfort of the men.
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 altogether, and rumor was busy with her many tongues in giving reasons, the most prominent among which was that the engine was insufficient 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 pronounced 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 cars then moved off briskly, none but a privileged 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 occurred, probably expecting that the one of yesterday would take place there also. Several 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 hazards. 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 unfavorable, 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.
was easily selected in the center of a large meadow, owned by a Mr. Roberts, and the stakes were driven, and a ring formed within twenty-feet of the place where Dorney and Fitzgerald contended for the championship a few weeks since. No better place could possibly have been selected, and it was pronounced by those au fait in such matters as perfect. Immediately upon the crowd disembarking from the train, plenty of enthusiastic persons volunteered their services to the Committee of Arrangements, and in a twinkling the stakes, ropes, and other necessary 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.
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 overcoats unnecessary. The sun shone with that obscure light one observes on an Indian summer's day, rendering the air warm, while it did not interfere with either of the combatants in the ring by shining in their eyes.
the putting up of the ring, which necessarily 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 vicinity, 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 barrel was quickly tapped and an
impromptu saloon 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 themselves among the sporting fraternity. The bar
was now supplied with a quantity 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 exorbitant price of 25 cents each. The bar was then
turned into a chuck-a-luck table by an enterprising 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 approached
the players, and drawing an ordinary yarn ball from his pocket, he
magnanimously offered to sell it to any one for the small sum of $5. He
had become demoralized 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 sandwiches 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.
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 confidently 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.
_ 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 determined to see, he naturally got as far forward as possible, disregarding his neighbor's comforts, 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 offending 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 requests 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 emphatic 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 revolver, 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 possessed 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 literally 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 congregated, who thus elevated above the crowd gained a good sight without extra pay. At one o'clock the rings were finished, the crowd arranged, 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 acceptable 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 suitable parties to serve, and finally they were successful, by fixing upon Jack McCann and John Finn as umpires, and Nick Gary as referee.
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.
of which is as follows: Some time since Andy Duffy came to this city from New Orleans expressly 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. During the negotiations which were going on between 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, backing him.
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 resulted 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.
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 Courtney, 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 reduced himself 11 pounds during training.
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
- 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 strong 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 Bussy 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.
_ 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 severe headache and does not want to fan himself 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 escape. Both his cheek bones received taps that opened gashes from which blood flowed freely, but with the exception of a few scratches on different parts of his face, he received 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 entered the ring.
_The crowd embarked on the cars at 4:15, but owing to the delays occasioned 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 medical attendance. Shortly after the train started a subscription for Duffy was started.
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 conduct was worthy of the "best man." Duffy appeared much
distressed, and reclining in dreadful agony. His left eye was rapidly
acquiring gigantic proportions, and his nose seemed to be broken, while
his clothing hid those parts from the view of the lookers-on. Donovan
then returned to the car and presented to Duffy some $200 or more,
which had been collected for him.
_At about half past six o'clock in the evening 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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