38 ROAD, TRACK, AND STABLE. 
a horse, and Henry Clay was one of that innumerable 
company of dumb beasts whose fate it has been to 
supply this kind of entertainment for the superior 
animal. When his “ peculiar turns were upon him,” 
writes one who knew both horse and man, “ W— 
always wanted to drive Henry Clay. At such times 
the city of Rochester, which is twenty-eight miles 
by road from Geneseo, was the objective point. 
When ready to return, after an experience that tries 
men’s nerves, he would get into the wagon, take out 
his whip, and, giving it a wide swing, exclaim, ‘One 
hour and a half into my barn,’ — which the horse 
had to do. Sometimes his carriage would break down. 
The President of the Livingston Agricultural Society, 
the late M. L. Cummings, wishing at one time to 
see W. on some important matters, waited for 
him in his barn, and W. finally drove in hang- 
ing to the dashboard, the hind axle dragging, both 
hind wheels gone. The horse was dripping wet, and 
panting so that Mr. Cummings (a first-class horse- 
man) thought that he would never recover his wind. 
Ww. took out his watch, looked at it, and ex- 
claimed, ‘He did it, or 1 would shoot him. One hour 
and a half, twenty-eight miles !’ ” 
On another occasion W—— struck Henry Clay 
with a club. breaking one of his ribs, and the injury 
left its mark on the skeleton of the horse, which 
is still preserved in the National Museum at Wash- 
ington. 
The Orloff trotters of Russia were bred in much 
the same way as the Clays, and there is a resemblance 
between the two families. Some years ago there was 
an exhibition of Orloff trotters at a State fair held in 
