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when he bought the black mare that was then carrying Andrew 

 Jackson he kept her for his own driving and named her "Char- 

 coal Sal." She was no doubt among the fastest of the road 

 horses, but there is no record of her ever being in a race. How 

 much Jeffreys drove Charcoal Sal that autumn cannot now be deter- 

 mined; probably too much for the physical, but not too muck 

 for the mental, organization of the foal she was carrying. 



About the break of day, one morning in the following April,, 

 somebody was passing Jeffreys' brickyard (my recollection is, 

 it was George Woodruff himself), and he heard a splashing in the- 

 water accumulated in one of the clay pits, and Charcoal Sal cir- 

 cling round in great distress. She had dropped her foal, and in. 

 its weak efforts to get on its feet, it had rolled into the pit. It 

 was at once pulled out and the family aroused, and no time was 

 lost in rubbing it dry and wrapping it in warm blankets. Some- 

 of the mare's milk was poured into it from time to time, and to- 

 ward noon it was so much revived and strengthened as to mani- 

 fest a disposition to get on its feet. This was due, principally, 

 to the womanly care and good nursing of Mrs. Jeffreys. But, 

 when helped up, he appeared to have strength enough every- 

 where but in his pastern joints, and there he had no strength at 

 all. In this condition the colt remained a day or two, a most 

 pitiable and most helpless object, standing on its pasterns instead 

 of its feet. One morning at the breakfast-table Mr. Jeffreys 

 said he would give any of the boys a dollar if he would put that 

 colt out of misery and bury it out of his sight. Mrs. Jeffreys, 

 whose womanly feelings and sympathies were all enlisted, replied 

 to her husband's remark that "the boy who would kill that colt 

 never could eat another mouthful at that table." What a grand 

 exhibition of true womanly instincts! Day by day her unremit- 

 ting care was rewarded by seeing a little more strength gather- 

 ing in the weak places, and at last her kind, motherly heart was 

 gladdened by seeing him skip and play, a strong beautiful colt. 



Mr. Jeffreys kept the colt till he was some five or six years old 

 and then sold him to John Weaver, whose residence was about 

 half a mile from the old Hunting Park Course. He remained 

 the property of Mr. Weaver till he died, September 19, 1843. In 

 his stud services he was kept on both sides of the Delaware, in 

 the region of Philadelphia, and made one season, perhaps two, on 

 Long Island. As a trotter he stood as the first of all stallions of 

 his day. 



