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black bauty


Published on November 29, 2014

01 My first home The first place I can remember well was a pleasant field with a pond of clear water in it. Trees made shadows over the pond, and water plants grew at the deep end. On one side was another field, and on the other side we looked over a gate at our master’s house, withstood by the bottom was a fast -running stream. While I was young, I lived on my mother0s milk, but as soon as I was old enough to eat grass, my mother went out to wake during the day and came back in the evening. There were six other young horses in the field, although there were older than I was. We all galloped together round the field, and had great fun. But sometimes the other would kick and bite. They are young farm horses and haven’t learned how to behave, my mother told me. “ You are different. Your father is well known, and your grandfather twice won the most important race at Newmarket. Your grandmother was quiet and gentle. And you have never seen me kick or bite, have you I hope you will grow to be gentle and willing worker, and never bite or kick. I have never forgotten my mother’s advice she was a clever and sensible old horse. Her name was duchess, but our master often called her Pet. Her name was Duchess. He was a good. Kind man and my mother loved him very much. Whenever she saw him at the gate she trotted across. He used to pat her and say. “Well, old Pet. And how is your little Darkie. He sometimes brought a piece of bread for me, or a carrot for my mother and I think we were his favorites. Where I was two years old, something happened which I have never forgotten. It was early spring, and there was a light mist over the trees and fields. I and the other young horses were feeding at the lower end of the field when we heard the distant cry of dogs. The oldest among us li fted his head to listen. “there are the hounds!” he said, an immediately raced off. The rest of us followed him to the top of the field, where we could see several fields beyond. My mother an another ol horse were standing near “they’ve found a hare,” said my mother, “and if they come this way, we shall see the hunt.” Soon the dogs were all racing down the field nest to ours, making a loud “yo -yo-yo- yo!” so und at the top of their voices. After them came men on horses, some in green coats,and all galloping as fast as they could. Suddenly, the dogs became silent and ran around with their noses to the ground. “They’ve lost the smell of the hare”, said the old horse. “perhaps it will escape”. But the dogs began their “yo -yo-yo- yo” again and came at full spee d towards our field. Just then a hare, wild with fear, ran towards the trees. The dogs jumped over the stream and rand across the field, followed by the huntsmen.