Black Beauty- 02 The Hunt Before I was two years old a circumstance happened which I have never forgotten. It was early in the spring; there had been a little frost in the night, and a light mist still hung over the woods and meadows. I and the other colts were...
Black Beauty – 01 My Early Home The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side, we looked into...
Remember Black Beauty, the timeless classic written by Anna Sewell? There are some words in that book about the first time Black Beauty had a bit in his mouth. I remember them every time I am on a sensitive horse with a ‘fussy’ mouth. “Those who have never had a bit...
