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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 Barbor 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. Randolph 
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 
