Black Beauty – 10 A Talk in the Orchard Ginger and I were not of the regular tall carriage horse breed, we had more of the racing blood in us. We stood about fifteen and a half hands high; we were therefore just as good for riding as we were for driving,...
Black Beauty – 09 Merrylegs Mr. Blomefield, the vicar, had a large family of boys and girls; sometimes they used to come and play with Miss Jessie and Flora. One of the girls was as old as Miss Jessie; two of the boys were older, and there were several...
Black Beauty – 08 Ginger’s Story Continued The next time that Ginger and I were together in the paddock she told me about her first place. “After my breaking in,” she said, “I was bought by a dealer to match another chestnut horse. For some weeks he...
Black Beauty – 06 Liberty I was quite happy in my new place, and if there was one thing that I missed it must not be thought I was discontented; all who had to do with me were good and I had a light airy stable, and the best of food. What more could I...
Black Beauty – 07 Ginger One day when Ginger and I were standing alone in the shade, we had a great deal of talk; she wanted to know all about my bringing up and breaking in, and I told her. “Well,” said she, “if I had your bringing up I might have had as...
