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MY STORY
OF MY LIFE
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Copyright, 1910, by McClure Newspaper
Syndicate. Copyright In Canada and
Great Britain. All rights reserved.
CHAPTER VIII.
COBBETT SHOWS ME THAT HE CAR LAND
BTIFP PUNCHES.
IT first I followed instructions In
Am sparring: with Corbett and tried
J the blows they told me Fltz-
sitnmons used. But I never
:ould get the knnok of if no that I felt
right li! letting the punches go. Every
man has his own instinctive style of
Sghting. Fitzslmmons had bis. and it
wasn't like mine at all. It was a style
designed to fit his own build.' Fitzslm
mons had light, thin legs and narrow
hips. He stood in a knockkneed posl-
DORBETT AND I WENT OUT EVERT DAT
FOB A TEN OR TWELVE MILE SPIN.
tion. His shoulders were very wide.
and be bad a long reach. Everything
about bis build helped him to pivot at
the hips and knees and swing his
whole body into the blow. My style
was different. I didn't need to pivot
like Fitzslmmons. Ail I did was to
stick my left arm out like a piece of
scantling and let them try to run into
me. I could hold them off wltb the
left and could hit a bard blow with
my arm nearly straight, swinging it a
few inches like a club. I could whip
that arm down to the body In a good
stiff punch and plunge in with, It, And
the right 1 used for a good dig into the
body whenever I came to close Quar
ters. I crouched a little, and my chin
was partly protected by my left shoul
der. When I began using more of my
own style I did better, and especially
after I had begun to try to equal Cor
bett's fast footwork. That. 1 think,
was about the most important thing I
learned from Jim Corbett.
One of the first things I noticed
when I began sparring with Corbett
was that unless 1 could find Corbetf s
toes 1 might as well throw a stone at
a flying duck as try to hit him. When
we first boxed he was as hard to reach
as a shadow. 1 soon grew tired of
wasting my blows ou the air and de
termined to force my way to close
quarters before letting go a single
punch. So I went after him steadily
while he jabbed and booked and danc
ed away. At last In closing I struck
my toes against his and. lunging at
the same moment, managed - to get
home a good whack on his ribs. As
soon as I started forward again I tried
the same trick, feeling around for him
with the toes of my left foot and then
shooting out one hand or the other.
As soon as I felt him I knew he must
be within striking distance. White
laughed at me after that round and
asked me if 1 was trying to step on
Corbett's feet to bold him there so he
couldn't get away, but 1 kept my own
;ounsel. Corbett knew what I was
joing. as I could see plainly, for when
we boxed again he took care to keep
3hifting about rapidly to confuse me.
The part of the training that I liked
best was the work on the road. I nev
er tired of that. Corbett and I. some
times with the other sparring partners
trailing along, went out every day for
a ten or twelve mile spin. Sometimes
we walked and ran alternately;' some
times I ran the whole way at an easy
trot, finishing with a 200 or 300 yard
spurt as we came near the handball
ourt. Jim Corbett was very proud
of his running ability, and naturally I
ran even with him at the finish, al
though there never was a.;day when I
couldn't have left him far behind.
Billy Delaney thought that Corbett
was doing too much road work, es
pecially when he went out for a long
slow Jog on the day before he was to
meet Fitzslmmons. "He's leaving his
fight on the road:" Delaney complain
ed. But Jim was a nervous big fel
low. He had to be doing something
all the time. With me it never made
much difference' how I killed time Just
before a fight as long as I knew my
work bad been done and that I was
fit A game of croquet or a couple of
hours' poker playing was good enough
to fill in. Corbett was different. He
was of a worrying mind, always
thinking he bad to do a little mone to
get himself exactly right and perhaps
actually losing more strength through
nervousness than he gained by the
hard work. Fitzslmmons. they told
us, finished his training a few days
before the scrap and spent the rest
of his time chopping wood and putting
an iron shot with the ranchers who
came around to see him box.
Only a few more days stood be
tweeu us and the great event. The
hundred or so of newspaper men gath
ered in Carson were on tiptoe for some
new sensation. They had written up
everything from Corbett's food sched
ule to the way he brushed his hair,
and they were always around looking
and listening and asking questions of
everybody. A certain bunch of these
reporters from a San Francisco news
paper had the inside track in a way.
Corbett having accepted an offer of
$5,000 for exclusive Interviews. One
of these men on a dull day thought up
a scheme to make a good story. He
proposed to Corbett that be take a run
over Fitzslmmons- road and nieVt the
Australian face to face. Corbett had
no objection to looking at Fitzslm
mons. Every day Fitz's run took him
from Cook's ranch, where be was
training, down past the big stone
buildings of the state prison.
So it was fixed up that Corbett was
to visit the prison quietly In the morn
ing Just about the time Fltz would be
out on his run. With Homer Daven
port, the cartoonist, and a couple of
writers in a rig, Corbett and I started.
It all came out right. After awhile
we saw Fitzslmmons' head bobbing up
and down lu the distance. He came
running along, swinging a stick in bis
hand. As he reached us be started to
go by without paying any attention to
our party. But the reporters called to
him. and he stopped. Corbett and Fitz
slmmons were face to face. If any
thing the Cornisbman was the cooler
of the two. I knew that they had met
before in the east and that they were
bitter enemies. They hardly looked at
each other now until one of the writ
ers said. "Shake hands, gentlemen."
Corbett held out his hand.
But Fitzslmmons stepped quickly
back and refused. . ,
Last time I offered to shake hands
with you," he said, "you struck me in
the face. The only time I'll shake with
you now is after I've whipped you."
"Then you 11 never shake with me."
said Corbett, flushing up angrily. "This
is your last chance."
For a moment it looked as if they
would come to blows right there on
the road, and I thought I'd see a good
fight. But the others interfered. Fitz
slmmons went on his way, and we kept
on to the prison.
Corbett was in a rage. "He'll shake
hands after he's whipped me. will he?"
be growled.
Fitzslmmons made quite an impres
sion on me that day. He looked like a
light man to fight for the heavyweight
championship, for. although bis shoul
ders were nearly as broad as my own.
any one could see at a glance that be
was Just a mass of wiry sinew from
head to heels, with no big muscles
worth mentioning. And yet he had
knocked out a lot of good men in a
punch or two, and he was a cool fel
low, who evidently liked to fight Fitz
was a funny combination of fighter
and practical joker. Even over at
Shaw's we heard of his pranks in the
training quarters. On this day. so I
beard later, be continued his run to
Carson and, going into one of the tem
porary newspaper offices there, spent
half an hour trying to break all rec
ords on a punching machine that they
had brought to Nevada to try out the
fighters with. And after that, when be
saw a lot of photographers waiting for
him in the street, he tried to escape
through the back window for a joke,
lost bis balance and fell bead first into
FITZ STUCK BEAD FIRST IN A SNOWDRIFT.
a snowdrift, where be stuck with both
legs waving In the air like a signpost
until they pulled him out after photo
graphing him first
It was a day or two after this, if 1
remember right, that White and De
laney decided that Jim needed a try
out. So 1 was told to go out and fight
him four rounds as hard as I knew
how. Then I had the first real glimpse
of Corbett's best work. He surely sur
prised me, for I had come to think he
couldn't hit. Now he let me come at
him. timed me perfectly and drove his
right across to my jaw so hard that
I could hear my teeth grinding and
my Jawbone snap in the sockets. I
went right after him, and he showed
some respect for my left hand by care
fully keeping away from it I got in
a few good punches for all that Walk
ing back to the dressing room after
the first round (for we nearly always
alternated, three men boxing with Cor
bett in turn), I passed a college ath
lete who was one of Corbett's aids
coming out with the gloves on.
' "How is he today?" he asked.
I moved my Jawfrom side to side
between my thumb and fingers and
heard it pop.
"Oh. he's hitting all righfT I said.
He surely was too. After my four
rounds I had a very sore jaw and a
cut over one eye. But I was perfectly
satisfied. If this was fighting and the
kind of righting that a champion does
in the rlng-J-then I wanted more of it.
I wanted to go up against Just that
kind of work in the ring.
BECOME SPARRING PARTNER TO k
CORBETT AT CARSON.
IF I live to be a hundred and mine
Is a long lived family I'll never
forget that first day at Shaw's
springs, wnen tsuiy ana l leu
our rig we didn't go Into the hotel.
They told us that Corbett was in his
handball court, and we went straight
out to meet him.
It was a perfect day, I remember.
The sun was shining, and the glare
from the snow that covered the ground
was blinding. Corbett bad established
a regular camp at this little hotel a
few miles out of Carson City, at the
edge of the bills. They bad (built for
bin) a barnlike structure containing a
big handball court and a snug dressing
room.
A bushwhacking photographer had
followed us down from the hotel, and
now he pranced off into the snow with
his camera and held us up to get a
picture of Billy Delaney arriving with
AT
THE- END OF OUR BOUT I
WAS
PLEASED WITH MYSELF.
Jim's new sparring partner. Seems
funny, looking back now. If that pho
tographer had known that be was
taking the first picture of a coming
world's champion wouldn't his eyes
have bulged out?
When the photographer had snapped
us we went inside. The handball
court was empty. 1 put my suit case
down on the floor and looked around.
That suit case held about all I had
in the, world at the time a couple of
changes of clothes and a well worn
sweater with a neck stretched all out
of shape through being pulled over my
head so often.
Delaney opened a little' door In one
corner of the room, and then 1 had my
first sight of tbe great man 1 was to
work with and whose boxing skill was
to have such an effect on my later con
tests in tbe ring. Corbett was just get
ting dressed for his work.' .
It's strange how vividly every little
detail of an important event comes up
in a man's memory. I can shut my
eyes and see that little dressing room
now. Beside the stove, engaged in
drying out the clothes, was a squarely
built, rather fat fellow wearing a mask
that exposed only his mouth and nose
and ejjes and that looked like- a big
yellow bologna curled around bis coun
tenance. .
He turned to Delaney and said "Hel
lo, BUI," in a voice that was a kind of
a husky squeak. This was Billy
Woods, an old time heavyweight from
Denver. Tilted against the farther
wall was a round jawed, big shoulder
ed fellow with a grin on his face, wear
ing dark red tights. Con McVey he
was. There were two or three others
just reporters from the papers.
All of this I took in from tbe corner
of my eye. The thing 1 really saw
was the champion. He was sitting on
the corner of his rubdown couch care
fully lacing his boxing shoes. With
out waiting to finish he jumped up
and shook hands with Delaney. Then
he turned to me.
"So you're Delaney 's new giant, are
fou?" be asked, smiling In a friendly
way. "You look big enough."
I was so busy looking Corbett over
that I almost forgot to answer. But I
shook hands and instinctively gripped
him hard to see what he was made of.
All tbe time I was wondering if this
slim, sinewy fellow could be the great
champion I bad heard so much about
Where did he keep his fighting
strength? He was just about my own
height but fully forty pounds lighter,
if I was any judge of men. His eyes
were deep set The skin was drawn
tight over his cheek bones and was
well browned by the weather. He had
a cocksure way about blm, like a man
who knows he can fight and would re
sent any Imputation to the contrary.
"Get ready, big fellow," said he,
"and we'll have a little tryout. Got
your stuff with you?"
I hud. and in a few minutes I was
ready for work. Corbett looked me
over and sized up my strength and
condition. "You ought to do if you
have any speed," he said. "What 1
need is a fast man who can make me
jTO some.' 1 made up my mind right
on the spot that the champion wouldn't
find me lacking. ' After a quiet talk
with Corbett, Delaney asked the news
paper men and the rest of the staff to
go up to tbe hotel and leave him aloce
with me. There was some argument,
but Jim insisted. He explained that
he wanted to have a private tryout
and see how we would work together.
In the next few minutes I got a new
idea of what a champion should be
like. Griffln was clever enough when
he fought me, but he was nothing be
side this Corbett Jim danced in and
out so fast that it was hard to hit him
at all. He ducked under swings easi
ly and bobbed up again unhurt He
Jabbed me and jumped away before I
could get him. Now and then he tried
to feint me out, but I never did fall
for a feint, even in those days. When
a man feints at me I just .walk into
him, and be can punch away if he
nleases, v
At tbe end of our bout 1 was pieaseO
enough with myself. Corbett bad
landed on me almost whenever he
wanted to, but he hudn't shaken me
with his punches. I didn't feel like
trying to get away from him. I had
worked fast, and I noticed that when
I went after him he took pains, as a
rule, to move out of the way. That :
showed me something. I didn't need
to back away even from a champion
like Corbett And he had to back
away from me. So all I needed was
to develop fast footwork and some of
his skill in bitting and I'd have at
least an even break with him or any
one else. I determined to get that
speed before 1 left Carson.
From that afternoon I knew the big
gest bonor in tbe ring wasn't beyond
my reach. I thought the whole. thing
over. Here was a chance for me to
work three or four weeks with the
master boxer of them all. There was
no need for hurry. I'd take my time
and learn all I could. I'd be patient
and let Corbett hammer me' as much
as he chose, but every day I'd tuck
some new Information away in the
back of my mind. Then when the
championship fight was over I'd go
out and meet all the neavyweignts.
whip them one by one and finally fight
Corbett or Fitzslmmons. I laid my
plans right there and kept my month
shut.
When I went to bed that night I
dropped off to sleep in a couple of sec
onds, as I always do. I slept without
moving until Blly Delaney came and
shook me to wake me up for breakfast.
When we all sat down Delaney turned
to me wltb a solemn look on bis face
and said: '
"You're a nervous big fellow, aren't,
you?"
"Why. no." 1 said, "I'm not nervous."
"You don't want to be nervous just
about boxing wltb tbe champion." he
said, not paying any attention to my
denial. "You aren't going to be hurt
much. You ought to. try to get in
some sleep. Don't lie awake all night
because if you do you won't be strong
enougb to give Jim here any work."
"I don't lie awake a minute," I de
clared, feeling that Delaney wasn't
giving me a good reputation.
, "Then why did you get up In the
middle of the night ns if you couldn't
sleep and sit in tbe window for a cou
ple of hours?" he went on, more sol
emnly still.
"I didn't." I said.
I managed to get away with six or
eight soft boiled eggs and as many
chops, with vegetables of one sort or
another. I looked up for a moment
while in the act of reaching fbr anoth
er chop.
. "Don't you feel a little sick. Jeff?"
Billy asked solicitously. "Why don't
you brace up and try to eat a bite or
two? You can't give Corbett any work
on an empty stomach."
Here the whole crowd began to
laugh, and I hurriedly came to the
conclusion that they were having a
little fun with me. They were all just
ordinary men if they were In a cham
pion's camp instead of in a boiler shop.
That day Corbett and I boxed again.
Delaney and Charlie White were
coaching me and telling me what to
do. for they wanted me to fight as
much like Fitzslmmons as possible.
They had me shift my feet around,
pull ,my left band back a little and let
drive with it for Corbett's ribs. The
first time I did it the champion step-
"TOU'RE A NERVOUS BIG FELLOW, AREN'T
. TOU?" ASKED BILLY DELANEY. :
ped in lightly and shot his right across
to the point of my chin. It was a
good, hard punch, but it didn't' daze
me. It only drove my head back a
little. I went right on trying the same
blow, and every time Corbett stepped
in and landed on my chin. When 1
walked back to the dressing room
after the round Delaney said: "Jeff. 1 '
didn't think you'd be willing to try
that punch again after I saw the way
he landed on you the first time. You
must have a great jaw." .
"Why. I thought that's what you
wanted?" I said. "Let me use my
left hand in my own way and he
won't step in on me like that moro
than once or twice."
"Time enough time enough," said
Billy. "You're here to help Corbett
train just now."
MORAL STRENGTH.
Our times of greatest pleasure are
when we have won some higher
peak of difficulty, trodden under
foot some evil and felt day by day
so sure a growth of moral strength
within us that we cannot conceive
of an end of growth. Stopford A.
Brooke.
' The Nicotine Water Habit.
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men with nicotine water. This hubble
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a lazy form of tobacco chewing. A
mouthful of the nasty beverage is
held in the mouth as long as possible.
They carry about gourds full of ft and
claim it preserves their teeth.
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