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eight miles in thirty-seven minutes, returning over the 
same ground in thirty-six minutes. On another occa- 
sion she accomplished forty-three miles in three hours 
and twenty-five minutes. This is great roading. 
Vermont Champion, a son of Sherman Morgan and 
grandson of Justin Morgan, was once driven by his 
owner, Mr. Knights, from Concord, Vermont, to Port- 
land, Maine, with a load of pork. The trip down, 
presumably in a sleigh, took three or four days, the 
distance being very nearly, if not quite, one hundred 
and ten miles. On arriving at Portland, Mr. Knights 
found a letter that had been sent by stage, informing 
him of illness in his family ; and the next morning he 
started for home, which he reached about eight o’clock 
in the evening of the same day. “Old men are now 
alive,” says my informant, “who saw Champion the 
next day, and who state that he looked fit to repeat 
the exploit.” 
But perhaps the most remarkable horse of which I 
have been able to obtain a trustworthy account is Joe 
Renock, a blood bay inbred Morgan stallion of great 
style and beauty, kept for many years at Sherbrooke 
in the Province of Quebec. He stood about 15.1 
and weighed about eleven hundred pounds. A for- 
mer owner thus describes him: “He had the hand- 
somest head I ever saw on a horse. His neck was 
perfect; so was his body. He had the most beautiful 
long mane and tail that ever graced a horse. In 
passing your finger through them, the hair felt as soft. 
as silk. He had as perfect a set of legs and feet as 
ever was seen. His legs were of the flinty kind, as 
clean and smooth as those of a deer.” Like Justin 
Morgan, Joe Renock was excellent under saddle. 
