Black Beauty – 05 A Fair Start The name of the coachman was John Manly; he had a wife and one little child, and they lived in the coachman’s cottage, very near the stables. The next morning he took me into the yard and gave me a good grooming, and...
Black Beauty – 04 Birtwick Park At this time I used to stand in the stable and my coat was brushed every day till it shone like a rook’s wing. It was early in May, when there came a man from Squire Gordon’s, who took me away to the hall. My...
Black Beauty – 03 My Breaking In I was now beginning to grow handsome; my coat had grown fine and soft and was bright black. I had one white foot and a pretty white star on my forehead. I was thought very handsome; my master would not sell me till I was...
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...
