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ing up and down, that is, one horn above the eyes, 

 the other below.*" He had the curved neck, the fine 

 sloping shoulders, the round swelling barrel, the 

 small ears, the springy pasterns, the tough, round 

 feet of a Barb or Arab horse. In the hind parts, 

 however, he took after his dam. His hips were 

 sharp, the rump was long and drooping. He had 

 great length from hip to hock, the invariable forma- 

 tion of a trotter, and his tail was thick and wavy, with 

 a few white hairs at the dock. 



" In disposition and temper," writes Mr. Bandolph 

 Huntington, " he was a very lovable horse. The 

 last time I went to see him was in October, 1865. 

 Henry Clay was then twenty-eight years old. Mr. 

 Fellows, who owned him, knew that I loved the old 

 horse, and asked me if I would not like to see him out. 

 However, not wishing to trouble him, and knowing 

 that Henry Clay had long been blind, I answered, 

 ' Never mind,' but the door of his box was swung 

 wide open, and after a cheerful, ' Come, Henry/ from 

 his master, the old horse sailed out into the barnyard 

 with as lofty and as sure a step as though he could see 

 every spot in which it was possible to place a foot." 



Henry Clay was a horse of great bottom and of 

 sound constitution, as is sufficiently proved by the 

 fact that he lived to be twenty-nine years old, notwith- 

 standing the hard usage to which he was subjected. 

 There is a tradition that he was once driven ninety 

 miles in a single day, and started the next afternoon 

 in a race which he won. However this may be, it is 

 certain that for many years Henry Clay belonged to 

 an owner who cruelly abused him. It seems to be 

 the natural amusement of a drunken man to ill-treat 



