From the Territorial Enterprise, September 23d.
Yesterday afternoon at two oclock was the time appointed for the prize fight between Tom Daly and Billy McGrath, at the Washoe race track. By two oclock there were about one thousand persons collected on the ground. The price of admission at the gate was $2 50; no free list. At a quarter past two oclock Tom Daly shied his castor Into the ring and made the best time after it that was possible; followed in the same style by the Dry Dock Novice, Billy McGrath. Daly weighs 164 pounds in fighting trim; McGrath 160. When stripped, Billy McGrath made a better appearance than his antagonist, showing either better training or more natural solidity. Some little time was lost before a referee was chosen, but finally the umpires selected Reub. Smith. Enoch Davies and Jacob Montis acted as seconds to McGrath, and Tom Belcher and Frank Martin as Daly seconds. Daly won the choice of corners, and the other necessary arrangements having been made, the referee gave the word and the men advanced from their corners.
Round First -- men came up smiling. After a few innocent passes, Tom let fly
a mischievous one for Bills dial, which was well stopped, and Bill sent
in a slinger on Toms jowl, which sent him gently to grass and gave the
first knock down for McGrath.
Round Second -- Daly came up looking slightly indignant at the rough treatment he had received in the first round, and landed a delicate shot on Bills ivories, without any perceptible result; lively sparring followed, Mac Investing largely on Dalys cranium and bread basket, getting a nasty mash on the smeller in return, which started the claret, and raised the cry of first blood for Daly! Some hot exchanges followed, when the men closed, and after a little heavy fibbing McGrath was thrown.
Round Third -- Both men came promptly to the scratch, Billy perspiring freely, owing to the heat, but showing no signs of fatigue; Daly let out heavily with his left on Macs breast, and was handsomely countered on the neck; at this point McGrath rushed in and got Daly in.chancery, but before he could properly state his case Daly entered a demurrer and threw him over his hip on to the ropes.
Round Fourth -- Both came up lively at the call of time; after a little cautious sparring Daly sent In a terrific digester on Macs stomach; the men closed, and McGrath was again thrown.
Round Fifth -- Short and sweet; Mac let out heavy and Daly dropped.
Round Sixth -- Daly came up looking slightly fatigued; a little cautious sparring ensued, followed by a little confused and promiscuous punching, during which Dalys second grabbed him and carried him to his corner, Macs second following suit. In this round the men did not clinch at all.
Round Seventh -- Heavy blows exchanged on the start, without any perceptible damage on either side; men closed and Daly was thrown heavily, Mac falling on him.
Round Eighth -- Closed Immediately ; heavy fibbing, and Daly thrown as before, with Mac on him.
Round Ninth -- Mac let fly his left mauley on Dalys smeller with terrible vim, and got away from an ugly counter; men closed, and Mac was heavily thrown.
Round Tenth -- Up to this time the betting had been in favor of Daly, but now even bets were offered on McGrath, who was rapidly gaining favor; Daly got in heavily on the smeller, starting Macs claret very freely; closed with Mac down.
Round Eleventh -- On nearing each other, Daly struck out rather viciously two or time times, but fell short of his mark, Bill stepping back out of reach; after a little lively sparring they closed, and Mac was thrown.
Round Twelfth -- When time was called both came up puffing, caused partly by their lively fighting and partly by the heat of the day; a close followed, together with some lively fighting, when they broke away, and after some heavy exchanges they closed again, and Mac was thrown.
Round Thirteenth -- Daly looked extremely vicious, and squared himself as though he meant mischief; Mac met him boldly, and after a few dingdong exchanges on the head and body, they closed, and Daly was thrown.
Round Fourteenth, and Last -- No time was lost in sparring; Mac let out with his left, which was stopped, but succeeded in getting in a swinging blow on Dalys right ear which sent him tottering to his knees; as he was falling, McGrath tried an uppercut with his left, which grazed Dalys face. [Here the cry of foul was raised by Dalys seconds and friends, and a scene of great confusion ensued, after which some degree of quiet was restored, and the referee decided the blow foul, thus giving the fight to Daly.
At the start Daly was the favorite with disinterested outsides -- five to four being offered on him; but after the first or second round, even bets were freely offered on McGrath. Both men were as plucky as gamecocks, and showed considerable science in sparring. Considerable dissatisfaction was manifested when Reub. Smith, the referee, decided McGraths last blow foul. The fact is, Daly was standing square before McGrath when the last blow was struck, and the blow which was ruled foul never reached its mark, but just grazed Dalys face. Great excitement and angry words followed between parties who had been betting on the fight which finally resulted in
THE SHOOTING AFFRAY.
Harry Lazarus had been betting freely on McGrath, and was loud in his denunciation of the referee, and everybody who agreed with him in his decision. A Mexican by the name of Epitacis A. Maldanado, alias Muchach, had been betting on Daly, and kept crying out that the blow was foul. Lazarus called him a liar, and pistols were immediately drawn. As soon as Lazarus and Much commenced firing, two or three other parties joined in (so we are told), but we wire unable to learn their names. About the ring at this time were a thousand or twelve hundred men, a large number of horses, in vehicles and otherwise, and the excitement and confusion that ensued beggars all description. The firing and the deafening shouts and yells of the combatants and surging crowd frightened many horses, whose rearing and plunging served to add to the danger and consternation of all In the vicinity. Two horses were shot in the melee, and the only wonder is that more men were not struck by the random pistol balls that flew singing through the air In every direction. One of the horses shot received a pistol ball In the fleshy part of the hip, which passed through and lodged in his tail; the other, a fine American mare, was shot in the back, the ball lodging in the backbone. All this we noted during our delightful little ramble. Returning to the ring we found it almost deserted, the wounded men, Muchach and Lazarus, having been carried to the saloon near the gate of the enclosure. Thither we repaired and found Muchach lying on a table, stripped to the waist, with a ball hole in his right breast, close to the nipple, another near the pit of his stomach, and we were told that another ball had entered his side and another struck one of his arms. On another table, stripped likewise to the waist, lay Harry Lazarus, who had escaped without any apparent serious injuries; one ball struck him in the breast, pretty high up, about two inches above the right nipple; another ball had so shattered the fingers of his right hand that it was found necessary to amputate two of them, after his removal to Washoe City. His hand was struck while he was in the act of leveling his pistol, and it is thought, the ball which entered his breast was the same that shattered his fingers. At the time we left Washoe, about four oclock in the afternoon, Muchach was still alive, but was not expected to survive long.
[Recovered by Michael Marleau from Sacramento Daily Union, September 25, 1863.]
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