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    Black Beauty - An Original Classic (Mermaids Classics)
    Black Beauty - An Original Classic (Mermaids Classics)
    Black Beauty - An Original Classic (Mermaids Classics)
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    Black Beauty - An Original Classic (Mermaids Classics)

    By Anna Sewell

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    Black Beauty by Anna Sewell (1820 --1878) is a story about a horse named Black Beauty who endures cruelty and kindness. The story is narrated through the horse's point of view and the aim of the author was to portray the themes of inducing kindness, sympathy, and an understanding treatment of horses. Anna Sewell was an English novelist and wrote the book during the last few years of her life. It became an instant success after it was first published in 1877 but Anna died five months after it was published. It is considered as one of the best-selling books of all time.

    This book was published in 1902 in a physical book format and is now republished in ebook format by Mermaids Classics. This digital edition is beautifully formatted with an active Table of Contents that goes directly to each chapter of the story.

    Mermaids Classics, an imprint of Mermaids Publishing brings the very best of classic literature to a modern era of digital reading by producing high quality books in ebook format.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBookIt.com
    Release dateApr 26, 2016
    ISBN9781456615352
    Black Beauty - An Original Classic (Mermaids Classics)
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    Anna Sewell

    Anna Sewell was born in 1820 into a Quaker family whose respect for horses was out of step with the common view of the time, that animals should be worked until they dropped. Disabled in a fall aged 14, Anna lived all her life with her parents but became an expert carriage driver and, as editor and stern critic, helped her mother, Mary Wright Sewell, become a successful author of evangelical children's books. Anna wrote Black Beauty, her only book, in the last years of her life, as a plea for more humane treatment of horses. She died in 1878, a year after the novel was published to wide acclaim.

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      Black Beauty - An Original Classic (Mermaids Classics) - Anna Sewell

      BLACK BEAUTY

      By Anna Sewell

      Title: Black Beauty

      Author: Anna Sewell

      Published in 2013 by Mermaids Classics, an imprint of Mermaids Publishing.

      This Mermaids Classics epublication is a reproduction of the 1902 Young Folks Edition. Mermaids Classics, an imprint of Mermaids Publishing brings the very best of old book classics to a modern era of digital reading by producing high quality books in ebook format.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER I - MY EARLY HOME

      CHAPTER II - THE HUNT

      CHAPTER III - MY BREAKING IN

      CHAPTER IV - BIRTWICK PARK

      CHAPTER V - A FAIR START

      CHAPTER VI - MERRYLEGS

      CHAPTER VII - GOING FOR THE DOCTOR

      CHAPTER VIII - THE PARTING

      CHAPTER IX - EARLSHALL

      CHAPTER X - A STRIKE FOR LIBERTY

      CHAPTER XI - A HORSE FAIR

      CHAPTER XII - A LONDON CAB HORSE

      CHAPTER XIII - DOLLY AND A REAL GENTLEMAN

      CHAPTER XIV - POOR GINGER

      CHAPTER XV

      CHAPTER XVI - MY LAST HOME

      THE END

      CHAPTER I - MY EARLY HOME

      he first place that I can well remember was a pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Over the hedge on one side we looked into a plowed field, and on the other we looked over a gate at our master's house, which stood by the roadside. While I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass. In the daytime I ran by her side, and at night I lay down close by her. When it was hot we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when it was cold we had a warm shed near the grove.

      There were six young colts in the meadow beside me; they were older than I was. I used to run with them, and had great fun; we used to gallop all together round the field, as hard as we could go. Sometimes we had rather rough play, for they would bite and kick, as well as gallop.

      One day, when there was a good deal of kicking, my mother whinnied to me to come to her, and then she said: I wish you to pay attention to what I am going to say. The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are cart-horse colts, and they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and well-born; your father has a great name in these parts, and your grandfather won the cup at the races; your grandmother had the sweetest temper of any horse I ever knew, and I think you have never seen me kick or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot, and never bite or kick even in play.

      I have never forgotten my mother's advice. I knew she was a wise old horse, and our master thought a great deal of her. Her name was Duchess, but he called her Pet.

      Our master was a good, kind man. He gave us good food, good lodging and kind words; he spoke as kindly to us as he did to his little children. We were all fond of him, and my mother loved him very much. When she saw him at the gate she would neigh with joy, and trot up to him. He would pat and stroke her and say, Well, old Pet, and how is your little Darkie? I was a dull black, so he called me Darkie; then he would give me a piece of bread, which was very good, and sometimes he brought a carrot for my mother. All the horses would come to him, but I think we were his favorites. My mother always took him to town on a market-day in a light gig.

      We had a ploughboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from the hedge. When he had eaten all he wanted he would have what he called fun with the colts, throwing stones and sticks at them to make them gallop. We did not much mind him, for we could gallop off; but sometimes a stone would hit and hurt us.

      One day he was at this game, and did not know that the master was in the next field, watching what was going on; over the hedge he jumped in a snap, and catching Dick by the arm, he gave him such a box on the ear as made him roar with the pain and surprise. As

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