Black Beauty

'They've found a hare,' said my mother, 'and if they come this way, we shall see the hunt.'

I and the other young horses were feeding at the lower end of the field when we heard the distant cry of dogs.

I was a dull black colour, so he called me Darkie.

Whenever she saw him at the gate, she trotted across

I hope you will grow up to be gentle and a willing worker

the others would kick and bite.

I was old enough to eat grass,

at the bottom was a fast-running stream.

water plants grew at the deep end.