GREAT MEN'S BODIES
Mr. Clark rightly says that Mr. Carter retains his old-time vigor and earnestness. No man who has met him at the Bar, in conflict, needs any proof of that. Five feet nine inches in height; strong-legged; square-waisted; deep-chested; full-blooded; ruddy and vigorous, but carrying no freight; easy of movement; and strong of grip; he has to this day kept up an eager interest in sport, and loves out-of-door life. Naturally a strong man; in that same great Jumel will case, his running-mate, Mr. O'Conor, so forced the pace that it took his junior off his feet; and, breaking down with nervous exhaustion, he left the active practice of the law for some four years; and, like the sensible man he is, devoted himself to thoroughly regaining the health that intense and unremitting over-work, for a quarter of a century, had so impaired. He "shot ducks from Currituck to Eastport," as he once said; and at his charming home by the sea, directly under the light of one of the great light-houses of Long Island, where he spends his summers, his neighbors delight to tell of his athletic doings. One of them says that in the teeth of a gale, when Shinnecock Bay is a mass of foaming whitecaps, "Judge" Carter—as they love to call him—takes his boat alone, and rows right into the very roughest
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