Pugilistica: The History of British Boxing, Volume 1 (of 3): Containing Lives of the Most Celebrated Pugilists; Full Reports of Their Battles from Contemporary Newspapers, With Authentic Portraits, Personal Anecdotes, and Sketches of the Principal Patrons of the Prize Ring, Forming a Complete History of the Ring from Fig and Broughton, 1719-40, to the Last Championship Battle Between King and Heenan, in December 1863Miles, Henry Downes
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Pugilistica: The History of British Boxing, Volume 1 (of 3): Containing Lives of the Most Celebrated Pugilists; Full Reports of Their Battles from Contemporary Newspapers, With Authentic Portraits, Personal Anecdotes, and Sketches of the Principal Patrons of the Prize Ring, Forming a Complete History of the Ring from Fig and Broughton, 1719-40, to the Last Championship Battle Between King and Heenan, in December 1863
Miles, Henry Downes
Boxing
“Upon the whole, if the combat was not so
obstinately contested as might have been
anticipated, there was in it a display of
science perhaps unprecedented. Those, however,
who had witnessed Belcher in any of his former
battles, could perceive a deficiency in his
fighting in many points, notwithstanding he
displayed all his former courage. After they
had fought a quarter of an hour, Belcher
displayed marks of some violent hits in his
face, and his firm bright eye rolled in the
briny flood. The loss of his eyes was a greater
disadvantage to him than _à priori_ was
supposed; it rendered him unable to judge the
length of his opponent, nor could he perceive
the hits coming towards him until it was too
late to guard against them. With respect to his
own blows, as he himself observed, after the
fight, they were merely casual attempts, for his
sight was not sufficiently quick and strong to
plant them judiciously. Every one who had on
former occasions admired with enthusiasm the
unexampled courage and skill of Belcher, felt
deeply for his unfortunate situation, and in
many an eye was seen the sympathetic tear to
start. His spirits were good to the last; and
after its conclusion he exclaimed, not without
seeming to feel the assertion, ‘I don’t mind for
myself, but I’m sorry for a friend of mine, who
has lost everything he had.’ A subscription
was set on foot by Jackson, and very liberally
supplied. Belcher was taken to a surgeon’s and
bled, where, upon examination, they found the
rib expected to have been broken was perfect.”
The Game Chicken retired to the Blue Bell Inn, at Barnby Moor, and
seriously declared that once or twice he had it in his power to have
killed Belcher. Elated with his victory, he cried out in the
Somersetshire dialect, “Dang it, I’m not hurt, I have only cut my crook
against his teeth;” and pulling out of his pocket a new blue silk
handkerchief, spotted with white, tied it round his neck, and laughing,
said, “Since I’ve won it I’ll wear it; no more Belchers now.” After
taking some refreshment, they set off for Grantham, where Captain
Halliday had ordered dinner for a large party.
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