Never again did Champion Harrison throw his leg over the ropes of a twenty-four-foot ring; but the story of the great battle between the smith and the West Countryman is still familiar to old ring-goers, and nothing pleased him better than to re-fight it all, round by round, as he sat in the sunshine under his rose-girt porch.
Jamais Jack Harrison n'enjamba désormais le ring de vingt-quatre pieds, mais l'histoire de la grande lutte entre le forgeron et l'homme de l'Ouest est encore familière aux vieux fidèles du ring et rien ne lui plaisait plus que de la recommencer dans toutes les péripéties et tout en restant assis sous son auvent couvert de roses.