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Contest for the Western Middle Weight Championship.
The Great Encounter Between Andy Duffy and
Fred Bussy

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.


_ During 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.
  "Oh, ever thus from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay."
_ Groups of females gathered in the far off distance, withheld probably by maiden delicacy from coming nearer, and it was observed during the fight that whenever the crowd cheered, the females, knowing intuitively that something was up, waved their handkerchiefs in token of sympathy.


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.


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.
_ 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.


_ 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 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.
_ Second Round. - The lads promptly answered the music of the call of "time," and came smiling from their corners, though each looked a little anxious. After a little nervous sparing, 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 couple of lively rib-roasters, and countering on Fred's left optic, materially interfering with the placid appearance 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.
_ 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 fighting tactics. Duffy bestowed his attention chiefly upon his man's face, while Bussy contented 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.
_ Fourth Round. - Duffy now commenced to be a little cautious in his dealings with the Sunnyside gosling. He answered the call of time promptly, but resorted to considerable feinting 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 resorted to fancy sparring for a second or so, when Duffy sent home a rattler on the forehead, 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 allowed for Bussy.
_ 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, exchanges followed, and Duffy went down with a tap on the ivories.
_ 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 unsullied as a peach. The Fenian opened with a rib-roaster, well put in, but repaid with interest on the left cheek. A few weak exchanges followed, when Duffy went down to avoid punishment.
_ Seventh Round. - Duffy sent home a stinger on the left eye, but got a rattler on the forehead, and a weak one on the bugle, when he went to the grass to avoid punishment, after a brief clinch.
_ 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.
_ Ninth Round. - Quick exchanges, followed by a clinch, marked this round. Without much delay the boys fell, Duffy going under.
_ Tenth Round. - Some beautiful exchanges immediately followed the arrival of the sports at the scratch. Bussy fibbed away at the ribs, getting a brace of hot ones on the optics, when Duffy declined a rejoiner, and went down.
_ 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 joyously on the ribs. A tap for the Fenian on the conk settled the round, for he slipped away and went to earth.
_ Twelfth Round. - A few weak exchanges, a determined clinch, some heavy countering on body and chest, and a mutual fall, with Bussy on the upper story, characterized this round.
_ Thirteenth Round. - Duffy came with caution to the scratch, but embracing the first opportunity, put in a stinger to Bussy's left cheek. Bussy clinched with the Fenian, and after giving him a couple of body blows, took a smarter on the left peeper, threw him prettily, and with considerable force.
_ Fourteenth Round. - Bussy went well for the Fenian's ribs. Duffy countered on the frontispiece, the pair clinched, and Duffy slipping, went to the grass.
_ 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.
_ Sixteenth Round. - After a little sparring fowind, the men clinched and fibbed away unanimously 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.
_ Seventeenth Round. - Both lads came from their corners quickly, though Bussy's bleeding and lacerated face looked decidedly uncomfortable. 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 Fenian went down.
_ 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.
_ 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.
_ 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 exchanges ensued, and Duffy went down.
_ 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.
_ Twenty-second Round. - Brief, though sharp exchanges, a clinch, and fall, with Duffy going under, were features of this round.
_ Twenty-third Round. - Bussy took a rattler on the ivories, but replied with a brace on the ribs, and his man lay down.
_ 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 avoiding punishment.
_ Twenty-fifth Round. - Bussy sent home a stinger on the left side ribs, and a hot one over the kidneys in rapid succession. A partial 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.
_ 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 allowed Duffy to sit down.
_ Twenty-eighth Round. - This was short, sweet, and hot, Duffy going to the grass after brief though heavy exchanges.
_ Twenty-ninth Round, Thirtieth, and Thirty-first Rounds - In each of these bouts rapid exchanges 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-ninth to Forty-second Round. - In each of these rounds the men pursued their accustomed tactics. Bussy worked well on Duffy's body, and got payment in renewed installments on the face. Duffy went down every time.
_ Forty-third Round. - The excitement now increased to almost frenzy; betting was slower, 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 Bussy'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 slipping 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 symptoms of severe punishment from the body blows he had received. He gasped and struggled 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 interim.
_ 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 managed 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 replied 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 ineffectual, 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 confident 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, sending him heavily down. Duffy showed punishment 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 almost so. He managed, however, to send home a rattling blow to the body and leveled his man.
_ Eighty-ninth to Ninety-first Rounds. - These rounds were about of the same spirited character 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 bettered 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 characterized 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 exchanges terminated by Bussy being knocked clear off his feet. He was carried to his corner weak, and with a badly disfigured physiognomy.
_ 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 desperately 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. Regardless of McCoole's injunctions to fight on, he was unable to lift his head from Denny O'Brien's shoulder, and with considerable reluctance, 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.


_ 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.


_ 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 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.
_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 the 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 condition he was in, and he says he can never express sufficient thanks to Frank Nye, his principal trainer, for his excellent 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 advice; 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 opposed to him are now glad that he won the fight.


_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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