Chapter VIII (3)

34.—Ned rushed in wildly. Sam retreated, and met him with the
upper-cut right and left. Ned, still game, would not be denied, and
hit out desperately with his right, but it went over Sam’s shoulder.
His hits were not straight, and consequently, did not tell with half
the effect of Sam’s. In the close, he went down.

35.—Ned, still game as a pebble, though woefully punished, rushed in
to fight, and caught Sam a nasty one with his left on the mouth.
Sam, ready, returned left and right, and hit Ned down with his left.

36.—It was now evident that nothing but an accident could deprive
Sam of victory; but still Ned was not beaten in spirit. In this
round counter-hits with the right were exchanged, and Ned went down,
thereby avoiding a severe slap from Sam’s right.

37.—Ned, still resolved to do his best, jobbed prettily with his
left on Sam’s mouth. Counter-hitting. Sam had it again on the
whistler, which began to pout most uncouthly, while the left side of
his face was considerably swollen. He was not idle, planted his
left, and Ned went down.

38.—Sam came up rather stupefied from the hits on his mouth in the
last round, and was bleeding freely from his grinder-case. Ned went
to work right and left, but was well stopped. He would not be
denied, but rushed in, when Sam gave him his favourite upper-cut,
and Ned went down bleeding and dark in the right ogle, the left
greatly swollen.

39.—Sam kept a respectful distance, and hit short. Ned rattled in,
but hit open-handed. Sam planted a couple of good nobbers. Ned down.

40.—A good peppering rally, both had it, but Ned went down.

41.—Ned, still trying his utmost, made an admirable delivery on
Sam’s left eye, with a cross-hit from his left. Sam winked and
blinked unutterable things, and Ned’s friends were again shouting
for victory. A reprieve to a trembling culprit could not have been
more welcome. Ned followed up this with a right-handed smack on the
mouth, receiving the left in return, and going down.

42.—A good rally, Ned stopped uncommonly well, though dreadfully
punished, and was still good on his pins. Spirited fighting on both
sides, which ended in Ned going down. The fight had now lasted one
hour, and the hopes of Ned’s friends were kept alive that he would
ultimately wear Sam out, which was clearly the game he was playing,
although Sam had the best of the fighting.

43.—Ned’s right hand was much puffed, but his left was still sound,
as he proved to Sam by planting another cross-hit on his mouth. Sam
returned the compliment by a terrific job with his right, and
another with his left. He then gave the upper-cut with his right,
then with his left, as Ned was going down. Sam’s style of fighting
was still the admiration of the throng, while Neale’s determined
game was equally the theme of praise.

44.—Counter-hitting, and a rally, in which Ned got more pepper, and
went down weak.

45.—Ned popped in two excellent jobs with his left on Sam’s mouth,
and went down.

46.—Sam was awake to the renewed energies of Ned’s left, and stopped
it neatly. Ned rattled away. Sam retired, tried the upper-hit, but
missed, most fortunately for Ned, who fell.

47.—Sam caught another poser from Ned’s left on the conversational,
and looked more than surprised. Sam again missed his upper-hit,
being out of distance, and Ned went down.

48.—Sam rather abroad, though still steady on his pins. He bled
considerably at the mouth. Ned cautious, when Sam, after a short
pause, rushed in and delivered his one two heavily on Ned’s
canister, who dropped almost stupefied, and many thought it was all
up; but not so, Sam had yet much to do.

49.—Ned went in to hit with his left, and that was stopped, and he
went down.

50.—Ned planted his left, while Sam missed his upper-cut, and Ned
dropped.

51.—Sam jobbed with his left, and, rushing in, hit up. In the close,
both down, Sam uppermost.

52.—Ned popped in his left once more. In retreating, Sam rushed to
punish, and Ned got down.

53 and 54.—Counter-hitting in both rounds. Ned down.

55.—From this to the 62nd round, Ned always commenced fighting, but
Sam was quick in his returns, and Ned invariably went down. Nothing
but a miracle, it was thought, could save Ned, and, indeed, the
severity of his punishment, and the fast closing of his left eye,
seemed to forbid even the shadow of a hope; still his heart was
good, and he continued to come up.

63.—Sam jobbed right and left. Ned did not shrink, but, boring in,
delivered another heavy smack on Sam’s mouth, and drew more crimson.
Renewed shouts for Ned. Sam rushed in, and Ned went down.

64.—The long exposure to the cold air, as well as the profuse use of
cold water, seemed now considerably to affect Sam, and he trembled
violently. Ned seeing this, rushed in and delivered right and left.
Sam was quick in his return, but Ned fell, and Sam tumbled over him.

65.—Ned popped in his right, but got a severe upper-cut in return,
and went down.

66.—Sam, ready, though cold, met Ned as he came in, caught his head
in chancery, and fibbed till he got down. From this to the 71st
round, although Ned tried every manœuvre in his power, Sam had the
best of the hitting, and Ned always got down. Still these exertions
seemed to be exhausting Sam, and although every care was taken of
him by his seconds, he got rather groggy at this point. It was
remarked that chance might yet turn the scale in Ned’s favour. Sam,
however, rallied himself, and, though apparently weak when on his
second’s knee, on being placed at the scratch, resumed his
self-command, met his man bravely, and planted several severe hits.
To the last Ned stopped well, but in the 78th round received a
finishing jobbing hit with the right on his left eye, and fell in a
state of stupefaction. Every effort was made to restore him, but in
vain, and when time was called, Sam was pronounced the victor,
amidst the most triumphant shouts. Ned was totally blind, while Sam
was enabled to walk to his carriage, but his punishment was severe
on the left side of his head. There were scarcely any body blows
during the fight, which lasted one hour and forty-one minutes.

REMARKS.—We have been thus minute in detailing the rounds of this
fight as it excited an extraordinary degree of interest among the
betting circles. Neale was such a favourite on Monday and Tuesday
evening that he was actually backed at three and four to one; a
degree of confidence in his merits to be ascribed, we think, rather
to a supposed want of pluck in Sam, than to any superior fighting
points on the part of Ned, who, although a game man, and known to
possess a good deal of ready resource in the ring, has no
pretensions to be what is called a fine fighter. Whatever might have
been the grounds for want of confidence in Sam, however, they seemed
to have been strangely out of character, for he not only showed
himself a quicker and more scientific fighter than Ned, but proved
that he was equally possessed of courageous qualities; in fact, he
never showed the slightest inclination to say “Nay.” When before his
man he was ready at all points, and, by the quickness with which he
took advantage of every opening, showed that he was perfectly cool
and collected, and even when most punished would not throw a chance
away. Of his weight there is not a man in the country who can cope
with him, and, by his victory over Neale he has ranked himself
deservedly high in the list of pugilists of the age, while he proved
himself to be a true “chip of the old block.” Of Neale too much
cannot be said in favour of his bravery and perseverance. It was
clear, from the very first round, that the reduction of his weight,
and especially so much below the necessary standard, had also
brought down his strength, and that those closes, which with Cannon,
Baldwin, Jem Burn, and Nicholls, were so effective, with Sam were of
no avail. In fact, in Sam he found a man as strong as, and certainly
more active, than himself, and the only chance which was left him to
save his honour, and his friends’ money, was by endeavouring to take
advantage of that chapter of accidents, which, in the course of a
protracted fight, are often found to produce a fatal change where
victory seems most inclined to rest. Neale was blamed for going down
so often, but it was his only game, and we need not say he fought to
win. It was admitted on all hands that a better fight has not been
witnessed for many years.

Neale did not appear at all satisfied with this first defeat by Sam, and therefore issued a challenge for a fresh trial. A good deal of disputing took place as to terms, but after many angry meetings a match was at length made, which it was determined should come off on the 1st of December, 1829, Sam staking £220 to £200. Previous to the eventful day, however, Sam was grabbed and bound over to keep the peace. There was an immense deal of fending and proving, recrimination and abuse, on both sides. A postponement was, however, inevitable, and it was at length agreed that the fight should take place on the 18th of January, 1831, on which day, accordingly, the gallant battle, of which the following is an account, came off at Bumpstead, in Essex.

Sam’s victory in the first battle was by Neale’s friends attributed to the fact of Neale being reduced twelve pounds below his natural weight, while Sam’s friends, on the contrary, claimed all the credit of superior science and generalship, persuaded as they were that on the day of battle Sam was by no means up to the mark in point of condition. In order to set these doubts at rest, there were no restrictions on either side in making the second match, and thus the respective qualifications of the men were fairly brought to the test, the extra weight of Neale being placed in the scale against the superior science of Sam. Thus balanced, the general opinion of the sporting world was that a more equal match could not have been made, and of this feeling the betting throughout was characteristic, for with slight fluctuations, in which Sam was the favourite at guineas to pounds, the betting was even. It was thought, from the friends of Sam being members of high Society, and his following including several noble and aristocratic backers, that the odds on him would have advanced to five and six to four; but they were steady to their point, and rather than advance beyond the nice limits of their calculation they remained stationary. In point of stakes Neale had a decided advantage, for what between forfeits from Sam’s apprehension and _laches_, and a hundred guineas given on one occasion by Sam for a postponement, he had received back £165 of the original stakes of £220 put down, so that in point of fact Sam was fighting £365 to £55.

Sam won the toss which entitled him to choose the place of fighting; he named Newmarket as “headquarters,” and proceeded thither himself on the Wednesday before the mill, taking up his residence at the “White Hart.” Neale, who had been training at the Isle of Wight, on the Monday before fighting proceeded to the “Swan,” at Balsham, within six miles of headquarters, where he pitched his tent till the next day.

The road down to Newmarket, both on Sunday and Monday, exhibited considerable bustle, but the Londoners were by no means so numerous as might have been expected; still the town was crowded, and all the inns had a fair proportion of visitors. The “White Hart” especially was thronged to overflow, the friends of Sam being decidedly more numerous than those of Neale, and the display of his colours (the bright yellowman) gave a lively finish to the scene.

On Monday evening it was arranged that the ring should be formed in a field a short distance beyond Burrough Green, about seven miles from Newmarket, whither the Commissary and his assistants proceeded to make the necessary arrangements.

On Tuesday morning the rapid arrivals of swells and commoners from all parts of the surrounding country gave additional life to Newmarket; many had travelled 100 miles, and the towns of Birmingham, Nottingham, Norwich, and even Liverpool and Manchester, had numerous representatives. All the post-horses were in requisition, and the turn-out of drags was highly respectable, but the equestrians were by far the most numerous. At an early hour Sam, accompanied by Holt and Curtis, set out for a farmhouse close to the ring, where they met with the most hospitable reception. Thither they were followed by the toddlers in great force, and as the day advanced a general move took place in the same direction. Neale and his friends were seen in the cavalcade, and by 12 o’clock the approaches to Burrough Green were occupied by a dense mass of spectators, the distant view of the ring, surrounded as it was by thousands, filling them with happy anticipations of the sport. A sudden stop, however, of the advanced guard produced a general feeling of alarm, which was confirmed by the report that a beak was abroad; and in truth it was soon announced that Mr. Eaton, a magistrate of the Quorum, had appeared, and declared his fixed determination to prevent hostilities, either in Cambridgeshire or in the adjoining county of Suffolk. This was, indeed, a damper, and the cry of “no fight” became general. Every effort was made to soften the heart of his worship, but in vain; he had determined to do his duty. At length, finding resistance to such a mandate would be not only absurd but dangerous, it was resolved that a move should take place into the county of Essex, a farmer at Bumpstead having kindly offered a field for the accommodation of the belligerents. This resolution was soon communicated to the multitude, and a simultaneous advance of horse and foot was commenced amidst a general feeling of mortification, which was increased by a change in the weather for the worse, the bright rays of the sun having given way to the gloomy influence of murky and dark clouds. The vicissitudes attending the march were numerous and characteristic, many of the toddlers were bowled out, and some of the cattle which had come from long distances were completely knocked up, so that the throng, on reaching the given goal, although still immense, was stripped of much of its original proportions.

The Commissary lost no time in fixing the lists afresh, which were soon surrounded by a larger circle of horsemen than we ever remember on former occasions, behind which were ranged the carriages and gigs, the wagon train being, of course, completely thrown out. The men arrived by the time everything was ready, Sam attended by Dick Curtis and Harry Holt, and Ned waited on by Tom Spring and Tom Oliver. Sam first entered the mystic quadrangle miscalled “the ring,” and was quickly followed by Ned.

At half-past three both were stripped. Neale looked uncommonly well, his skin clear and healthful, his eye brilliant, and his weight 12st. 4lbs. Take him for all in all, we think it impossible a man could have been in better trim. With respect to Sam, he looked as fine as a racehorse; every muscle showed to advantage, and the symmetry of his frame and fine proportions of his bust were particularly conspicuous. In height and length of arm he had an evident advantage over Neale, although his weight was but 11st. 2lb. The important moment for commencing operations at length arrived; the ring had been beaten out, and was in excellent order, and at thirty-two minutes after three business commenced.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—On coming to the scratch both looked serious; there was
nothing of idle bravado on either side. The position of each was the
defensive—the hands well up, and the manner confident. Each seemed
desirous for his antagonist to commence, and a long pause followed.
Sam made one or two of his dodging feints, but Ned simply threw up
his guard. Absolute silence prevailed round the ring. Sam at last
hit slightly at Ned’s body, and Neale sprang back. Sam tried his
left short, but Neale again threw up his right, and was well on his
guard. At last Sam let fly his left, catching Ned slightly on his
nob. Ned countered with his right, and this brought them to a rally,
in which facers were exchanged right and left. Neale bored in; Sam
retreated, fighting, to the ropes, against which he was forced.
Neale then closed, and a struggle took place for the fall, which
Neale obtained, falling heavily on Sam in a cross-buttock. Neale’s
friends were loud in their cheers, but on rising the marks of Sam’s
right on Ned’s left eye were obvious from a slight swelling, while
Sam showed a blushing tinge also on each cheek. In the hitting Sam
had the best, and while in fibbed prettily.

2.—Both men again assumed the defensive, Ned waiting for Sam, and
Sam trying to get an opening, but for some time in vain. At last Sam
let fly with his left, and Neale countered, but not effectually. A
smart rally followed, in which Neale was hit heavily left and right.
Good fighting on both sides. Sam fought to the ropes, but got well
out, and again went to the attack with quickness and precision. Ned
hit with him, but not so much at points. All head-work. At last Sam
planted his left well on Neale’s mug as he was on the move, and
dropped him prettily on his nether end, amidst loud shouts of
applause, thus winning the first knock-down. Neale, on coming up
showed a flushed phiz, and Sam exhibited trifling marks of
additional hitting on the face.

3.—Again both cautious. Neale stopped Sam’s left with neatness, but
had it in a second effort. He returned with his right. Neale popped
in his left cleverly on Sam’s mouth. Good counter-hitting followed,
left and right. Sam had it on the left ear, and Neale on the left
eye, which increased in swelling. A spirited and determined rally,
in which Sam swung round on his leg, and then renewed the attack.
Neale rushed to the charge. Sam endeavoured to get from his grasp,
and fibbed at his nob. Neale, however, seized him round the waist,
lifted him from the ground, and threw him heavily. The exertion on
both sides was great. Neale, though most punished, was loudly
cheered by his friends, and was now the favourite from his superior
strength; he however, showed first blood, giving Sam the second
point.

4.—Sam on coming up began to blow a little and was clearly on the
pipe, from the exertion in the last round; he was steady, however,
and both kept on the defensive. Neale tried his left, but was short,
catching Sam under the right eye. Sam, ready returned with his left,
but Neale jumped away. Each tried to plant his left, but without
success. The stopping was excellent. Long sparring. Sam popped in
his left, and Neale countered. A rally, in which Sam shook the
pepper-box in good style. Both were rather wild, and in the end fell
from their own exertions on their hands and knees. Ned in this round
tried his right-handed chopper, but hitting round it went over Sam’s
shoulder.

5.—Sam having caught it on the nose in the last round, came up with
his eye watering and blinking. Neale tried to pop in his right but
was beautifully stopped. Ned put in a left-handed nobber, but had it
in return on the neck. Ned stopped the left of Sam with the effect
of a brick wall, and caught him on the shoulder with his left. Both
awake, and the slaps and returns excellent. A pause. Sam put in his
left on Ned’s body and made him curtsey. The blow was rather short.
Ned stopped right and left and made a chopping return with his
right, which caught Sam on the right side of his mouth. Had he been
an inch nearer, the effect would have been severe, and as it was it
made Sam look serious. Both again on their guard, and each waiting
for the attack. Ned again stopped the left and tried his return, but
his blow shot over Sam’s shoulder, and his arm caught him on the
neck. Sam put in his right, and a spirited rally followed. Neale
bored him to the ropes, but Sam hit as he retreated, and broke away.
Ned, after him, closed, and tried for the fall. He could not succeed
in getting the lock. Sam kept his pins wide apart, and each grasped
the other’s neck. Holt cried to Sam to go down, and Sam at last fell
on his knees, Neale falling over him.

6.—Neale again on the waiting system stopped Sam’s left-handed lunge
with great precision. Ned hit out with his left, and in a rally
heavy blows were exchanged. Neale again missed his right-handed
lugger, which went over Sam’s shoulder. He then rushed to the close,
but Sam began to fib. Neale pinioned his arms, and at last, finding
he was wasting his strength, went down himself, Sam upon him. On
getting up Neale exclaimed, “You may punch me as much as you like,
but don’t put your finger in my eye;” alluding to Sam’s touching his
eye when on the ground.

7.—Neale again kept his hands well up, and waited for the attack. He
stopped a slashing hit from Sam’s left. Sam tried his left again,
but did not get home. Neale dashed in right and left, and a terrific
rally followed. Severe counter-hitting took place, Sam catching it
on the nose, from which blood was drawn, and the side of the head
and neck, and Neale on the nose, mouth, and both eyes. Sam retreated
to the ropes, but still hit with vigour, and ultimately shifted his
ground and got away. Neale rushed after him, and the flush-hitting
was repeated. Both men strained every nerve. At last Neale jumped in
to catch Sam for the fall; Sam received him in his arms and fibbed.
Neale pinioned him, and finding he could not gain the throw, fell.
On getting up both showed additional marks of punishment as well as
distress. The fighting had been extremely fast, and the wind of both
was touched. Sam, especially, piped; but was still steady and
collected. Neale’s left eye was nearly closed, a slight glimmer only
being open.

8.—Ned pursued his system of waiting, and again stopped Sam’s
left-handed lunge beautifully, and almost immediately caught Sam a
left-handed chop on the mouth, which he repeated. Sam looked
serious, but shortly after put in his left on Ned’s body. A severe
rally followed. The hitting on both sides was quick and effective.
Sam caught a desperate hit on the neck from Ned’s arm, which almost
put it awry. Nevertheless, he fought fearlessly, gave Ned a smasher
on the mouth, and closed. After a struggle, both went down, and Sam,
being raised on his second’s knee, was faint and sick; his colour
changed, and he was clearly in a ticklish state. Ned’s friends
called out he was going, and urged Ned, in the next round, to go in
and finish. Ned was himself, however, piping, and distressed from
punishment.

9.—On being brought to the scratch, Sam was weak and groggy on his
legs. “Go in,” cried Ned’s friends, but he did not obey the call. He
was himself in such a state as to be incapable of making this effort
with safety. At last Ned rushed in, hitting with his right, which
went over Sam’s shoulder, and caught him on the back of the head.
Sam retreated to the ropes, Ned after him, but here Sam showed his
quickness, even in distress. He hit away with precision, right and
left, catching Ned flush in the mug. At last both got from the
ropes, and after a sharp rally and close, Neale went down.

10.—Ned made himself up for mischief, and after stopping Sam’s left,
got into a desperate rally. The hitting was severe on both sides,
but Sam’s muzzlers told most. The men got on the ropes, where a hard
struggle took place, Ned leaning heavily on Sam, and Sam hitting
away, while Neale was not idle. At last both went down, Ned
uppermost. Sam was now more distressed than ever, and all hands were
very busy in fanning him with their hats.

11.—Sam came up evidently weak. Ned pushed in and hit right and
left. Sam was bored to the ropes, and Ned kept hitting away, but
wild. Sam, though distressed, jobbed with vigour, left and right.
Ned got away, and Sam was after him. A spirited rally, and both
fought boldly, but Sam had the best of the hitting. In the close,
Sam fibbed, and Ned, finding he could do no good, got down, heavily
punished, his left eye quite gone, and his right fast closing, while
the claret trickled from a tap on the top of his head.

12.—Ned came up steady, but cautious; and Sam, though somewhat
groggy, was well on his guard. Ned put in his right on Sam’s body,
and succeeded in jobbing him twice on the mouth with his left. A
rally, in which both caught nobbers, but Ned the worst of it, from
Sam’s strength. At last Ned caught a flush hit on the mouth and,
falling on the ground, rolled over, weak.

13.—Sam came up more collected, and commenced the attack with his
left, which Ned stopped. Sam, after trying a feint to bring Ned out,
gave him a tremendous hit on the swollen eye, drawing more of the
ruby, and the light was again partially restored. After a slight
rally, Ned closed for the fall, but could not get his lock. He at
last pulled Sam down, and fell himself.

14, and last.—Both weak, but steady. Ned tried his right, but his
hand opened, and no damage was done. Sam countered beautifully with
his left, and put in his right at the body. Good fighting on both
sides. Ned again put in his right at the body. A pause; both on
their guard. Neale distilling claret from many points. Another short
rally, and both away; Sam getting more steady and collected, but
still disinclined to throw a chance away by trying too much. He hit
short at the body to see whether Ned could return, and Ned returned
weak with his right, and his hand open. Another pause, in which
neither seemed capable of doing much. Ned kept his hands well up for
some time, but appeared too cautious for a rush. At last Sam hit out
left and right, catching Ned on the phiz. This was the finisher. Ned
dropped, and, on being again picked up, his head fell, and he
slipped from his second’s knee. He was stupefied by the repeated
hits on his head, and could not be again brought to the scratch. Sam
was now well on his legs, and the welcome sound of victory restored
all his vigour. The shouts of his friends were deafening. He was
borne off in triumph, after shaking hands with his vanquished but
gallant antagonist, whose tie-up was quicker than had been
anticipated, but it was clear that he had received enough to satisfy
an ordinary glutton, even before the last round, and he had not
strength enough to make a turn in his favour. The ring was instantly
broken and it was some minutes before Ned could be brought to his
carriage. The fight concluded at 24 minutes after 4 o’clock, thus
making its duration 52 minutes.

REMARKS.—This was decidedly one of the best styles of fights for
science and good generalship. It was admitted that Neale never
fought so well before, but the superior length and tact of Sam gave
him every advantage. It was remarked in counter-hitting, that Sam
always caught Neale first, so that the force of Neale’s blows was
diminished; added to this, all Neale’s heavy lunging hits at Sam’s
ear passed over his shoulder, and this saved him from certain
destruction. Had the return in the fifth round been an inch nearer,
it was thought Sam’s jaw would have been broken. In the 9th round,
too, could Neale have summoned strength to make an impression, his
chances would have been certain, but what Sam had lost by exertions,
Neale wanted in hitting. The precision and straightness of Sam’s
blows told with unerring certainty; even when piping, and in
distress, his presence of mind never left him. He was always ready
for opportunities, and invariably seized them with success.
Throughout, the battle was fair and honourable. There was no
wrangling or dispute, with the exception of Holt once having thrown
himself in the way of Sam to prevent his falling; and even those who
lost their blunt could not but confess that Neale did all that his
natural powers permitted. Neale was himself dreadfully mortified by
the result of this battle. Sam fully confirmed his claim to the
title of the Young Phenomenon, and, of his weight, was considered
without a rival.

Two years now elapsed, during which Sam was chiefly heard of as a “man about town,” and the boon companion of a clique of young swells noted for their exploits in the night-houses of the Haymarket and the saloons of Piccadilly, then in all their rank, riot, and disorder. He was then pitted against Harry Preston, but owing to magisterial interference, was apprehended and bound over to keep the peace for six months, and Preston’s friends being unwilling to wait so long, a draw took place.

In the interim, Ned Neale, his last opponent, had been defeated by Tom Gaynor (_See_ life of NEALE, _ante_, p. 325), and that boxer, immediately on the expiry of Sam’s recognisances, challenged him for £100 a-side. This Sam’s friends declared insufficient, but proposed that Sam should fight the Bond Street carpenter for £300 to £200. The offer was closed with, and the mill came off, after several attempts made by the authorities to put a stop to it, on the 24th of June, 1834, near Andover, Wilts. It appeared that a warrant was obtained from Sir John Gibbon, to apprehend both men. This came to their ears, and they each had to make several moves, the persevering constable who held the warrant contriving on several occasions to find them out, and get his warrant backed by the magistrates in the neighbourhood of their places of retirement. The men, however, on the day before fighting, cautiously approached the trysting-place (Hurstbourne Green, near Andover). Here they were pursued by the constable with his warrant, which he again got backed; but by some “unfortunate accident” (?) he fell into bad company, got drunk, and lost his warrant, a fact he did not discover until he became sober the following morning, when he went off to obtain a fresh warrant. This he succeeded in doing, but owing to the secrecy which had been observed as to the place of fighting, he did not discover it until the men had been fighting some time; and then, after making a vain effort to interfere, he judged discretion the better part of valour, and having done his duty so far as he was able, he retired from the ring-side, and did not again endeavour to spoil sport.

The men and their friends set off from Andover at an early hour for the scene of action, but owing to the caution it was found necessary to exert to keep things dark, the heroes of the day did not reach their tilting ground till 12 o’clock, when Sam entered the ring attended by Dick Curtis and Frank Redmond, Gaynor being seconded by Jem Ward and Deaf Burke. The ring was preserved admirably throughout the day, and nothing was left to be desired by the men or their friends.

On stripping, Sam looked uncommonly well, although his friends said he might have been better had not his presence in town for a few days when at his best, become necessary, in consequence of an action-at-law in which he was engaged. To the casual observer this was not visible, and his fine muscular and symmetrical form never appeared to better advantage, while his countenance displayed the utmost self-possession and personal confidence. His weight was about 11st. Gaynor also appeared in admirable trim, and was not less confident than Sam, although there was more solidity in his manner. His round shoulders offered a striking contrast to the elegant proportions of Sam, and gave him the appearance of a natural stoop, but in all other respects his shape was faultless, and his condition of the first character. He did not seem to have a superfluous ounce of flesh on his body, and weighed as nearly as possible 12st. In length of arm, Sam had the advantage, and the discrepancy in years (Gaynor having the disadvantage of ten years) was sufficiently obvious. So “nutty” were Sam’s friends on their man at this moment, that the odds rose from two to one to five to two, and at this price much business was done.

THE FIGHT.

Round 1.—Precisely at 7 minutes to 1 the men commenced business.
Both put up their hands in a defensive position, and eyed each other
with scrutinising looks. Each was ready, and appeared to wait for
his antagonist to commence. Sam made two or three slight dodges, and
Gaynor drew back. Each moved to the right and to the left, but still
no opening was offered. The movements on a chess-board could not
have been more scientific. At last Gaynor hit out at the body with
his left, and got away. Sam stopped the compliment, and smiled.
After a long pause, they both made themselves up for mischief, and
at last ended suspense by slashing out their counter-hits with the
left, Gaynor planting on Sam’s jaw, and Sam on Gaynor’s mouth, which
showed a prominent mark. The blows were heavy, and while first blood
was drawn from Gaynor, Sam licked his lips, but certainly not with
the _goût_ of a cat over a pat of butter. Another pause, when
counter-hits with the right were exchanged. Sam stopped Gaynor’s
left with great neatness, but in a second effort with the same
hands, in the counter-hitting, Sam caught it over the mouth, while
Gaynor had it on the left cheek. “How do you like that?” cried
Gaynor, laughing. Sam looked serious. Gaynor dodged, but found Sam
ready for a fly, and drew back. Gaynor stopped Sam’s left, and tried
his right at the body, but was short. Sam hit out with his left, but
was short. A long spar, in which each seemed determined not to throw
a chance away. Gaynor hit short with his right, open-handed. Sam
smiled. Tom again stopped a nasty one from the left, and popped in
his right slightly at the body. Sam played a steady game, and drew
on his man. Gaynor on the look-out, retired to the side of the ring.
Both extremely cautious. At last Sam saw his opportunity, and with
great quickness sent in his left, with plenty of elbow grease, on
Gaynor’s nob, and dropped him as if shot, thus giving first
knock-down, amidst the shouts of his friends. This round, which was
admirable, from the exquisite science of the men, lasted ten
minutes.

2.—On being called to the scratch, Gaynor came up bleeding at the
mouth, and Sam showing symptoms of receiving on his lips and cheek.
After long and cautious sparring, neither giving a chance, Gaynor
suddenly planted his right on the side of Sam’s head. Cheers for
Gaynor, who thus stole a successful march. Sam was not behind in
returning the compliment, and after a short time for reflection,
popped in a tremendous slap on Gaynor’s mouth with his left.
Gaynor’s blow, in countering, passed over Sam’s shoulder. Another
cautious spar, when Gaynor hit short with his left. Heavy
counter-hits, Sam on the mouth, Gaynor on the left eye. Sam dropped
his left on Gaynor’s ribs, and got away. Sam in left and right, but
rather out of distance. Gaynor stopped his left in another shy, as
well as a hit at his body. Another pause, each on the look-out, when
terrific counter-hits with the left were exchanged. Gaynor pointed
at Sam’s mouth, which had tasted his knuckles, but he had it heavily
himself on the cheek. Excellent stops on both sides, Gaynor planted
a round blow on the side of Sam’s head, but it was with the front of
his knuckles, and seemed to make no impression. Counter-hitting with
the left, Sam’s blow falling heaviest. A pretty rally, in which some
wicked blows were exchanged. Both broke away, and sparred for a
fresh opening, Gaynor showing most punishment. Sam planted his left
three times in succession, hitting first, and Gaynor’s counters
non-effective. Gaynor hit short with his left, and fought on the
retreat. Counter-hits with the left. Gaynor had now got in the
corner, and was so covered by Sam that he could not escape. He
waited for the assault, when Sam jumped in with his left, and caught
him on the eye. Gaynor returned, and in the close, after some
in-fighting, Sam got the fall, and fell heavily on Gaynor, who fell
out of the ropes. This round lasted twelve minutes and a half, and
it was admitted that Sam had not the easy customer that his admirers
anticipated.

3.—Gaynor looking the worse for wear, but strong as a horse, and gay
as a lark. Sparring for an opening, when Gaynor caught Sam slightly
with his left on the mouth. Sam tried a lunge with his left, but was
beautifully stopped. In a second attempt he was more successful, for
he planted left and right, cutting Gaynor’s left cheek with the
latter. Gaynor countered, and the men closed for the fall, which
Gaynor obtained, giving Sam a cross-buttock, and falling heavily
upon him. Sam’s right shoulder came heavily against the ground.
Cheers for Gaynor. The round lasted four minutes.

4.—Both cautious, and sparring for an opening. Gaynor hit short with
his left. Another pause. Counter-hits with the left. Sam caught his
man first and hit him heavily. Gaynor’s blow was not so effective.
Sam popped in a tremendous muzzler with his left, and Gaynor bled
profusely; his old wounds were opened, and his mouth became much
swollen. Gaynor again planted his right on Sam’s head heavily.
Shouts for Gaynor, and Sam seemed puzzled, but preserved his
steadiness. A pause, during which Sam recovered himself.
Counter-hits with the left, and a brisk rally, in which heavy hits
were exchanged. The men broke away. Long sparring; both ready, and
no opening offered. Good stopping on both sides, and the game played
with matchless skill. Mutual dodging, but no chance. Sam tried his
feint, but it would not do. At last Sam crept well in, and delivered
a heavy left-handed jobber. Gaynor countered, and in the close,
after a severe struggle, Sam threw Gaynor a beautiful cross-buttock.
Cheers for Sam; his friends up in the stirrups. The fight had now
lasted forty-five minutes.

5.—Gaynor, on coming up, showed a little distress, and heavy marks
of punishment on the mouth and left eye. Sam dodged, but Gaynor was
well on his guard. Both stopped by consent, put their hands down,
and looked at each other. At it again. Gaynor hit short with his
left, and got away. Sam again dropped his left on Gaynor’s eye, and
followed this up by a hit with the same hand on the body. Gaynor
went in with his one two, catching Sam with his left on the cheek,
and his right on the side of the head. Sam returned with his left,
and after a short rally, the men closed, and went down. Sam had the
best of the round.

6.—Gaynor’s left eye shutting up shop, and he was otherwise much
damaged in the frontispiece. “Sam will win it without a black eye,”
cried Curtis. Sam made himself up for mischief, and kept stealing on
his man, but Gaynor got away. A rally, and exchange of hits.
Gaynor’s leg tripped Sam, and he fell upon him. Fifty minutes had
now elapsed.

7.—Curtis chaffed on time, and said, as the hour was nearly up, on
which he had been betting, Sam might go in to finish. Gaynor,
distressed, tried his left, but was out of distance. Sam rushed in
to hit with his left, but was cleverly stopped. Gaynor rushed to
in-fighting; Sam hit up cleverly with his left, but in the close was
thrown a cross-buttock, which gave him a serious shake.

8.—The men had now fought fifty-four minutes, and both were
distressed, while it did not seem so safe to Sam as had been booked.
Both steady on their guard, and waiting for an opening. Sam’s left
well stopped. Gaynor away. Heavy counter-hits with the left; both
received stingers, but Sam hit hardest. In the close, both down.

9.—Gaynor’s left eye quite closed, but he was still strong on his
legs, and resolute. He again stole a march on Sam, popped in his
left, and got away. Both fatigued, but a fine breeze blew over the
common, and gave them fresh vigour. Gaynor’s left stopped, and he
napped it severely on the nose in return. Gaynor made some admirable
stops, and popped his right heavily on Sam’s ear. Gaynor on the
defensive, and retreating to the ropes. Sam thought he had him, but
Gaynor broke away. Sam followed him, dodged, and popped in with his
left. Gaynor closed, caught him round the neck with his left, and
hit up with his right. In the scuffle, both fell.

10.—“Not so safe as if it was over,” cried Gaynor’s friends; and it
was clear Sam had yet his work to do, as Gaynor got up strong and
confident. On going to the scratch, after a short spar, both again
put their hands down for a short time. Beautiful fighting followed,
and the stopping on both sides was first-rate. The fight had now
lasted one hour and five minutes. “Tom can fight another hour,”
cried Ward. Mutual dodging. Gaynor planted his left slightly, but
there was not sufficient pepper in his blows. A rally, close to the
ropes, with hard hitting, when Sam in getting away fell. Shouts for
Gaynor.

11.—Both came up steady and serious. Gaynor gave Sam a heavy slap on
the mug with his left. Sam was full of self-possession, and looked
out for an opening. Gaynor was steady on his guard. Sam popped in a
left-handed teaser, and hit at the body with his right. Gaynor made
his one two on Sam’s face. Counter-hitting with the left. A body hit
with the right from Gaynor. Hard counter-hits with the left;
heaviest from Sam. Sam now delivered his right on Gaynor’s ribs; the
latter hit short with the left. Some excellent generalship on both
sides. Sam dropped his arms as if fatigued. Sam now popped in a
slight left-hander, but had it heavily in return on the phiz.
Gaynor, whose conk was bleeding, now put both hands down, and
beckoned Sam to come to him. Sam approached him, and, after a sharp
spar, received a touch on the bread-basket. Gaynor stopped a
tremendous left-hander, intended for his good eye. Sam also stopped,
and got away. Gaynor tried at the body with his right, but was
stopped. Sam got away from a heavy lunge from Gaynor’s left. Sam in
with the left; Gaynor returned. Sam dodging, and Gaynor, in getting
away, fell.

12.—Gaynor came up steady. Sam waited for him. Gaynor tried his
left, but was stopped, and got away. Sam then, throwing his head
back, saved himself from a heavy delivery from Tom’s right. Gaynor
stopped a left-hander, and popped in his right at the back of Sam’s
head, but was heavily hit with the left in return. Both covering
themselves well. Sam in with his left on the body. Tom got back, and
put his hands down. Counter-hits with the left, and Gaynor short at
the body with his right. Both men with their hands down. On again
getting into position, Gaynor seized one of Sam’s hands with his
left, intending to give him a swinger with his right, but Sam pulled
his mauly away, and smiled. Gaynor stopped a left-handed job with
the utmost precision. Heavy counter-hits with the left; Sam first
in. Gaynor hit out with his left, but his hand was open; he,
however, planted a right-hander on Sam’s nob. Sam gave him a
tremendous smasher on the gob. Gaynor looked a painful spectacle,
though still full of pluck. Some heavy exchanges with the left. In
the close, Sam, at in-fighting, gave his antagonist some severe
punishment on the ropes, and Gaynor, in pulling himself away, fell
over Sam.

13.—Gaynor showed weakness, and Sam seemed now to think he had got
him safe. Gaynor hit short with his left. Sam tried his left, but
was stopped. A close, and severe struggle for the fall, at the
ropes. Sam gave an upper-cut with great force, while Gaynor was not
idle. Both down.

14.—Gaynor made play, but was short with his left. Sam steady, and
jumping in, delivered his left heavily on Tom’s altered mazzard. A
close, and some good in-fighting. A tough struggle for the fall;
both down. This effort was exhausting to both. In the close, Sam hit
up well.

15.—Gaynor piping, and Sam not fresh. Gaynor in with his left; tried
his right, but was stopped. Heavy counter-hits. Both again paused by
mutual consent, and put their hands down. Again to work. Good
exchanges; Sam at the head, Gaynor at the body. Both cautious.
Gaynor on the retreat. Sam got close to him, and hit out viciously,
but Gaynor ducked his head, got away, and fell.

16.—Gaynor’s friends were still very confident, as he seemed strong,
and Sam appeared fatigued. Counter-hitting with the left, but Sam
hitting out first, got home the heaviest. He put in a tremendous
left-hander on Tom’s left ogle. Again did both take breath, and drop
their arms. Sam steady, and both well on their guard. Mutual
stopping. Gaynor short at the body with his right. Counter-hits with
the left, terrific from Sam. Two hours were now completed, and the
men walked about for wind. Gaynor hit out of distance with his left,
but Sam measured him with more precision, and dropped in one of his
left-handed chops with full force. Gaynor, after a short pause,
seized Sam’s right, while Sam seized his left, each holding the
other down. Sam looked at his man for a moment, and then dashed his
head into his face with great force. (This, as our readers are
aware, is now foul.) Gaynor staggered back, while Sam rushed after
him, and jobbed him severely on the nose with the left, and,
repeating the dose in the same spot, hit him down as clean as a
whistle, being the second knock-down blow in the fight.

17, and last.—Gaynor came up groggy, when Sam popped in his terrific
left, and downed him. This was the finisher. The butt, followed by
such polishing hits, reduced poor Gaynor to a state of
insensibility, and on being raised on his second’s knee it was at
once seen that it was all U. P. “Time” was called, and Sam was
proclaimed the conqueror with triumphant shouts. The fight lasted
two hours and five minutes. Sam was immediately taken to his
carriage, much exhausted, but soon became himself again. Gaynor was
in a complete state of stupor, and was carried away in a helpless
condition.

REMARKS.—This was decidedly one of the finest displays of courage
and science combined which had been witnessed for many years, and
was acknowledged to be so by the oldest patrons of the Ring who were
present. The courage exhibited by both men was unquestionable, and
considering the disadvantages under which Gaynor fought, he earned
for himself a reputation that placed him in the first class of game
men. There is no doubt that the butt in the last round but one
proved his _coup de grace_, or he would have prolonged the contest
for many more rounds—with what chance of success we cannot say. The
reader should be informed that this manœuvre, though seldom
practised, was not at this time against the rules of the Ring, and
the position, Gaynor holding both Sam’s hands with an iron grip, was
peculiar. The “chapter of accidents” might have produced
alterations, and as it was Sam, during the fight, showed great
weakness, which was not surprising, as it was afterwards ascertained
that in the cross-buttock in the third round his right shoulder was
so much injured as to deprive him of the use of his right hand, so
far as hitting was concerned, for the remainder of the battle.
During the fight, many expressed surprise that he should have kept
that hand so idle, and that Gaynor was so repeatedly enabled to job
him with his left. Sam could not, in truth, lift it above his head,
and but for throwing his head back when the blows were coming in,
his punishment would have been much more severe. Although Gaynor had
clearly the gift of hitting with equal force, it is considered that
but for this accident Sam’s labours would have been considerably
curtailed. At one time it was thought to be anybody’s fight, and
Sam’s friends were by no means jolly as to the result. His fine
generalship, however, enabled him to overcome every difficulty, and
the quickness with which he took advantage of Gaynor’s ill-judged
seizure of his hand, in the last round but one, while it showed his
self-possession, proved him to be a thorough master of the art as
then practised. The account of the rounds will show that in point of
science Gaynor was little behind Sam, but it must be confessed his
powers of punishment were very inferior, while the force of his
blows was greatly diminished by Sam’s generally hitting first in the
counters. From first to last the combat was conducted with the
utmost fairness and good humour; and while all sympathised in the
fall of a brave man, they could not but admit that he had honourably
sunk before the superior power of his younger and more expert
opponent. Such was the impression made in Gaynor’s favour that £17
7s. was collected round the ring, and other sums afterwards
contributed. This was the last appearance of either Sam or Gaynor in
the P.R.

Sam’s last match in the Ring was with Reuben Martin, for £100, subsequently made into £180 a-side; it was fixed to come off in June, 1838, but an unfortunate occurrence occasioned a forfeit of £80 on the part of Sam. He had volunteered to second his friend Owen Swift in his battle with Phelps (Brighton Bill), and officiated in that capacity on the fatal 13th of March, 1838, at Royston. The details of this unlucky encounter will be found in our memoir of OWEN SWIFT, in Vol. III.

The coroner’s jury having found a verdict of manslaughter against Owen Swift, as principal, and Samuel Evans, Richard Curtis, Frank Redmond, and Edward Brown, as seconds aiding and abetting the same, Sam, Curtis, and Swift at once gave “leg-bail” to the law and departed for the Continent, where they remained until the time for surrendering to take their trial at the Hertford Assizes. Frank Redmond,[52] whose business as a licensed victualler at the “George and Dragon,” in Greek Street, Soho, was suffering ruinously from his enforced absence, alone surrendered. He was defended by Mr. Dowling (who was also a barrister), and acquitted on the 10th July, at the summer assizes. Thereupon Curtis and Brown, who were awaiting the result, surrendered themselves and took their trial. They were not so fortunate as their predecessor in trouble, for the jury convicted them of manslaughter in the second degree, as “present, aiding, and abetting,” when the judge passed the lenient sentence of three months’ imprisonment.

Young Sam and Swift, alarmed at this result, did not return at once. Besides, they found their stay in the French capital, where some of Sam’s aristocratic patrons were also residing, both pleasant and profitable, of which further details will be found in our Life of OWEN SWIFT. Some violent newspaper attacks upon the Ring, and denunciations of prize-fighters and their backers, in the now defunct _Morning Herald_ (a renegade sporting paper) and other publications, made it advisable to await the blowing over of the storm.

Sam’s residence in France, however, found in its result the adage of “out of the frying-pan into the fire.”

Jack Adams was in Paris teaching the art of boxing. Adams, a ten stone man, was twice matched with Swift, and on the second occasion the French law, which deals so leniently with murderous duels and homicide in general, was scandalised and outraged by a duel with fists; so Young Sam and Swift were tried (in their absence), convicted, _par contumace_, and sentenced to _thirteen months of imprisonment and a fine_!