The Oregon daily journal. (Portland, Or.) 1902-1972, November 09, 1907, Page 17, Image 17

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KE dy my mother whinnied, and said ; "You ire
!ry wU bred, my boy. for your grandfather
( won the cup yen ago at the Newmarket rices. Be
tlwtyi gentle and good- Li't you bt Kigh when
you trot, and never kick or bite "
Wt were feeding in the tower part of the field, nd
j'itt then I herd the beying of dogs. My mother
pricked up her r. d said: "The hounds'" Ve
galloped togt'ber to the upper pit of the field, and
w the dogt running down uV fiVId yelping " Yo' Yot
O. 6r with their no on the ground- A number of
tnen tn red Coats ipd after on gslloping horses
"They have lost the cent said my mother. "Per
ha pi the hare will escape "
Presently th dogs began their "Yo to O. Of
gain, and the men and horses came back at full speed
straight for our meadow
'Now watch for the hare." said my mother.
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T UST then a poor frightened hare rushed by us to
ward the woods. On came the dogs pell mclL leapt
ing the stream and dashing across the field, followed by
the huntsmen. The hare tried to get through the feiior,
but just then the dogs pounced upon her, and one of
the hunters, whipping off the dogs, held It up. Out
alas I one of the horses lay struggling in the stream,
and another groaned on the grass beside his rider, who
lay quite still.
"His neck is broken." my mother said.
The beautiful black horse had broken his leg. He
wss soon quiet, too, for he was shot to end his misery.
When C wts four fears old my coat became gloy
bind, and I grew very handsome. I had a white itar
on my forehead andione white foot My master sold
me to Squire Gordon.-who proved to be a kind master,
for he broke me in without the use of a whip.
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NE day the Squire said: "Good-bye, Darkie: be
good horse." and I left my first home to go
to Dirtwick Park, where my new stable was fine and
big. In the stall next to mine there was a little fat
gray pony
"How do you do; what is your namef" t said to
him.
"My name is Merrylegs. Are you going to lit
berer he replied.
-Yes," I tald.
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Just then tall, ill-tempered chestnut mare said
to me:
"So it's you who turned me out of my stall."
"I bad nothin to do with it," I said. "The man
put me here."
j, When aba went out In the afternoon Merrylegs
told me th t iie was called "Ginger" because of her
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J OHS, the coachman, took me out for a rtde next
morning, and we met the Squire with his wife :
"How does he go, John r he asked.
"He is as fleet as a deer, and has a fine spirit."
"He is a perfect beauty," said the lady "Lt s
call him 'Black Beauty. "
."Yes," said tlw Squire, "'Black Beauty sliall bo
bis name."
I made fast friends with Ginger and Merrylegs,
and I was very bappy.
One day in the autumn my master and mistress
decided to pay a visit to some friends who tired a long
.way off, and John was to drive them. We reached a
town at sundown, and they stopped at the notel for the
night. Ginger and I were taken to the stable, 'where
there were six or eight other horses. John fed us, and
are soon went to sleep, as we were very tired after our
long drive.
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AWOKE suddenly to find the air iras full of smoke.
could tee nothing, and could scarcely breathe.
Ginger was coughing, and the other hones seemed very
restless. The trapdoor was open, and I heard some
thing crackling and snapping. I did not know wliat it
was. and trembled all over in fear. All the horses were
now pulling at their halters and stamping. At last a
man burst into the stable and tried to lead the horses
out- The first would not go with him. nor the second
or third In fact none of us would stir aoot No
doubt we were foolish, but danger seemed all around us.
and we were afraid to leave the stable. Soon a ml
light flickered on the wall.nd some one cried "Fire!"
Ntt thing I heard was John's voice, quiet and cheery t
"Come. Beauty, on with your bridle, my boy We will
soon be out of this " He tied a scarf lightly over my
eyes. and. patting and coaxing, he led me out
" EUE, somebody! Take this horse while f go
back for the other!" shouted John. In a
few moments John came through the smoke leading
Ginger.
We continued our journey next day without any
more excitement
Three years later Ginger and I were sold t' Mas
ter's old friend. Lord W , where our lives were
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far from happy. Early in the spring I was turned out
Into the meadow, for I was gone in the knees. One
morning some days later the gate opened and who
should come fn but Ginger.
When 1 trotted up to her t soon saw that she, too,
bad been ruined by hard driving.
"And so." she said, "here wc are, ruined m our
youth and strength ; you by a drunkard and I by a fdoL"
J WAS soon told after this to a livery stable matt as
a job horse, but be did not keep me long, and I
fell into the bands of a London cab driver. One day,
while our cab was waiting at one of the parks, a shabby
old cab. drawn by a thin, womout horse, drove up be
tide us. The horse looked at me and said: "Black
Beauty, is that youf 1 1 was Ginger, but so changed 1
scarcely knew her.
She told me bow the bad gone from bad to worse,
until the wished the could die. Just theu ber driver
came up. and. with a tug at her mouth and a lasb of
the whip, drove oft.
A abort time after this a cart with a dead horse in
it passed our cab, and I saw it was poor Ginger.
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NE day during the summer 1 waa groomed srlti
more care than usual, and some ladies came to
see me. The next day I was led to a new home and
placed in a comfortable atable owned by these same
ladies. When the groom was cleaning my face be said t
"Why, this is just like the star Black Beauty bad, U
stood and looked at me, and then said, "It must be Black
Beauty 1 Wbjr, Beauty, do you know met t am Joe,
Squire Gordon! under groom." X put my nose tip to
him and whinnied.
"WelL JBeauty, ft will not be my fault if yott
tiaveal good time now said he,
lltere I have lived a year in happiness, and tope to
spend the rest of my fufe b the place where I am caliJ
iy tnjr own came, ".Black Beauty,
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