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Read Black Beauty Online – Chapter 47. Hard Times

Black horse in a green field

Chapter 47. Hard Times

My new master I shall never forget; he had black eyes and a hooked nose, his mouth was as full of teeth as a bull-dog’s, and his voice was as harsh as the grinding of cart wheels over graveled stones. His name was Nicholas Skinner, and I believe he was the man that poor Seedy Sam drove for.

I have heard men say that seeing is believing; but I should say that feeling is believing; for much as I had seen before, I never knew till now the utter misery of a cab-horse’s life. Read more

Read Black Beauty Online – Chapter 46. Jakes and the Lady

Black horse in a green field

Chapter 46. Jakes and the Lady

I was sold to a corn dealer and baker, whom Jerry knew, and with him he thought I should have good food and fair work. In the first he was quite right, and if my master had always been on the premises I do not think I should have been overloaded, but there was a foreman who was always hurrying and driving every one, and frequently when I had quite a full load he would order something else to be taken on. My carter, whose name was Jakes, often said it was more than I ought to take, but the other always overruled him. “‘Twas no use going twice when once would do, and he chose to get business forward.” Read more

Horse Image of the Week

Horse tacked up and tied up

Why We Like It

There is definitely something gloomy & melancholy about this image, but we like it anyway. The horse doesn’t look particularly sad (or underfed) just tired. It’s really the setting itself that gives it an ominous vibe. Regardless of the slightly horror movie feel, we give this shot a thumbs up. We do, however, want to move this poor guy out of that deep mud!
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Read Black Beauty Online – Chapter 45. Jerry’s New Year

Black horse in a green field

Chapter 45. Jerry’s New Year

For some people Christmas and the New Year are very merry times; but for cabmen and cabmen’s horses it is no holiday, though it may be a harvest. There are so many parties, balls, and places of amusement open that the work is hard and often late. Sometimes driver and horse have to wait for hours in the rain or frost, shivering with the cold, while the merry people within are dancing away to the music. I wonder if the beautiful ladies ever think of the weary cabman waiting on his box, and his patient beast standing, till his legs get stiff with cold. Read more