Black Beauty

By Anna Sewell and Lauren St. John

Designed to appeal to the booklover, the Macmillan Collector’s Library is a series of beautiful gift editions of much loved classic titles. Macmillan Collector’s Library are books to love and treasure. This edition of Black Beauty features illustrations by Cecil Aldin and an afterword by author and conservationist Lauren St. John.

Black Beauty enjoys a carefree upbringing in a pleasant meadow with his mother, where his gentle first master trains him well – until he is reluctantly forced to sell him. Through a long and varied life, Black Beauty passes from one owner to the next; some treat him well, others are so cruel that they inflict lasting damage.

Anna Sewell’s biographical novel about a horse is one of the bestselling books of all time, and her depiction of Victorian society’s harsh treatment of animals inspired significant changes to animal welfare in both the UK and America.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pan Macmillan
• Release date: Sep 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781509881192

Anna Sewell

Anna Sewell (1820-1878) is a British novelist. Although she wrote a single book in her lifetime, Black Beauty (1877) has become one of the most beloved novels of all time. Due to an injury from a fall at 14 years old, Sewell became an invalid, and her resulting reliance on carriages led to her calling for the humane treatment of horses. Aside from her sole literary work, she assisted her mother in the editing of a series of popular children’s books.

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CHAPTER 1

My Early Home

The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some trees overshadowed the pond, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side we looked into a ploughed field; and on the other, we looked over a gate at our master’s house which stood by the roadside. At the top of the meadow was a plantation of fir trees; and at the bottom, a running brook overhung by a steep bank.

Whilst 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 nice warm shed near the plantation.

As soon as I was old enough to eat grass, my mother used to go out to work in the daytime, and to come back in the evening.

There were six young colts in the meadow besides me. They were older than I was; some were nearly as large as grown-up horses. I used to run with them, and have great fun. We used to gallop all together round and round the field, as hard as we could go. Sometimes we had rather rough play, for they would frequently 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 to you. The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are carthorse colts, and, of course, they have not learned good manners.

‘You have been well bred and well born; your father has a great name in these parts, and your grandfather twice won the Cup at the Newmarket 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 up your feet 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 often called her Pet.

Our master was a good, kind man. He gave us good food, good lodging, and kind words; and 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! 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 favourites. My mother always took him to the town on a market day in a light gig.

The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it

There was 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 sticks and stones 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; but he was there, watching what was going on. Over the hedge he jumped in a moment, and catching Dick by the arm, gave him such a box on the ear as made him roar with pain. As soon as we saw the master, we trotted up nearer to see what was going on.

‘Bad boy!’ he said, ‘bad boy! to chase the colts. This is not the first time nor the second, but it shall be the last. There, take your money and go home; I shall not want you on my farm again.’ So we never saw Dick again.

Old Daniel, the man who looked after the horses, was just as gentle as our master, so we were well off.

CHAPTER 2

The Hunt

Before I was two years old, a circumstance happened which I have never forgotten.

It was early in the spring; there had been a little frost in the night, and a light mist still hung over the plantations and meadows.

The other colts and I were feeding in the lower part of the field when we heard, quite in the distance, what sounded like the cry of dogs.

The oldest of the colts raised his head, pricked up his ears, and said, ‘There are the hounds!’ and immediately cantered off, followed by the rest of us, to the upper part of the field, where we could look over the hedge and see several fields beyond. My mother and an old riding horse of our master were also standing near, and seemed to know all about it.

‘They have found a hare,’ said my mother; ‘and if they come this way, we shall see the hunt.’

Soon the dogs were all tearing down the field of young wheat next to our meadow. I never heard such a noise as they made. They did not bark, nor howl, nor whine, but kept up a ‘Yo! yo, o, o! Yo! yo, o, o!’ at the top of their voices. After them came a number of men on horseback, some of them in green coats, all galloping as fast as they could.

The old horse snorted and looked eagerly after them; and we young colts wanted to be galloping with them, but they were soon away into the fields lower down. Here it seemed as if they had come to a stand; the dogs left off barking, and ran about in every direction with their noses to the ground.

‘They have lost the scent,’ said the old horse; ‘perhaps the hare will get off.’

‘What hare?’ I said.

‘Oh! I don’t know what hare; possibly it may be one of our own hares out of the plantation. Any hare they can find will do for the dogs and men to run after.’

Before long the dogs began their ‘Yo! yo, o, o!’ again; and back they came all together at full speed, making straight for our meadow at the part where the high bank and hedge overhung the brook.

‘Now we shall see the hare,’ said my mother; and just then a hare, wild with fright, rushed by, and made for the plantation. On came the dogs, followed by the huntsmen. The dogs burst through the bank, leaped the stream, and came dashing across the field. Six or eight men leaped their horses clean over the hedge and stream, following close upon the dogs. The hare tried to get through the fence; but it was too thick, and she turned sharp round to make for the road.

Alas! it was too late; the dogs were upon her with their wild cries. We heard one shriek, and that was the end of her. One of the huntsmen rode up and whipped off the dogs, who would soon have torn her to pieces. He held her up by the leg, torn and bleeding; and all the gentlemen seemed well pleased.

As for me, I was so astonished that I did not at first see what was going on by the brook; but when I did look, there was a sad sight. Two fine horses were down, one was struggling in the stream, and the other was groaning on the grass. One of the riders, covered with mud, was getting out of the water; the other lay quite still.

‘His neck is broken,’ said my mother.

‘And serve him right, too,’ said one of the colts.

I thought the same, but my mother did not join with us.

‘Well, no,’ she said, ‘you must not say that. But though I am an old horse, and have seen and heard a great deal, I never yet could make out why men are so fond of this sport. They often hurt themselves, spoil good horses, and tear up the fields; and all this for a hare, a fox, or a stag, that they could get more easily some other way. But we are only horses, and don’t understand.’

The dogs . . . came dashing across the field . . . the horses following close upon the dogs

Whilst my mother was saying this, we stood and looked on. Many of the riders had gone to the young man; but my master, who had been watching what was going on, was the first to raise him. His head fell back and his arms hung down, and everyone looked very serious.

There was no noise now; even the dogs were quiet, and seemed to know that something was wrong. They carried him to our master’s house. I heard afterwards that the young fellow was George Gordon, the Squire’s only son, a fine, tall young man, and the pride of his family.

People were now riding off in all directions, to the doctor’s, to the farrier’s, and no doubt to Squire Gordon, to let him know about his son.

When Mr Bond, the farrier, came to look at the black horse that lay groaning on the grass, he felt him all over and shook his head; one of the horse’s legs was broken. Then someone ran to our master’s house and came back with a gun. Presently there was a loud bang and a dreadful shriek, and then all was still; the black horse moved no more.

My mother seemed much troubled. She said she had known that horse for years. His name was Rob Roy; a good bold horse with no vice in him. Afterwards she never would go to that part of the field.

Not many days after, we heard the church bell tolling for a long time; and looking over the gate we saw a long, strange, black coach covered with black cloth and drawn by black horses. After that came another, and another, and another; and all were black. Meanwhile the bell kept tolling, tolling. They were carrying young Gordon to the churchyard to bury him. He would never ride again. What they did with Rob Roy I never knew; but ’twas all for one little hare.

CHAPTER 3

My Breaking In

I was now beginning to grow handsome; my coat had grown fine and soft, and was glossy black. I had one white foot, and a pretty white star on my forehead. People thought me very handsome. My master would not sell me till I was four years old; he said lads ought not to work like men, and colts ought not to work like horses till they were quite grown up.

When I was four years old, Squire Gordon came to look at me. He examined my eyes and my mouth, and felt my legs all down. Then I had to walk, trot, and gallop before him. He seemed to like me, and said, ‘When he has been well broken in, he will do very well.’ My master promised to break me in himself as he would not like me to be frightened or hurt; and he lost no time about it, for the next day the breaking in began.

Everyone may not know what breaking in is, so I will describe it. To break in a horse is to teach it to wear a saddle and bridle, and to carry on its back a man, woman, or child; to go just the way the rider wishes, and to do so quietly. Besides this, the horse has to learn to wear a collar, a crupper, and a breeching; and he must learn to stand still whilst these are put on. Then he must be taught to have a cart or a chaise fixed behind him, so that he cannot walk or trot without dragging it after him; and he must learn to go quickly or slowly, just as his driver wishes.

He must never start at what he sees, speak to other horses, bite, kick, or have any will of his own; but must always do his master’s will, even though he may be very tired or hungry.

But the worst of all is that when his harness is once on, he may neither jump for joy nor lie down for weariness. So you see this breaking in is a great thing.

Of course I had long been used to a halter and a headstall, and to be led about in the fields and lanes quietly, but now I was to have a bit and a bridle.

My master gave me some oats as usual, and after a good deal of coaxing, he got the bit into my mouth and fixed the bridle. What a nasty thing the bit was! Those who have never had one in their mouth cannot think how bad it feels. A great piece of cold, hard steel as thick as a man’s finger is pushed between your teeth and over your tongue, with the ends coming out at the corners of your mouth, and is held fast there by straps over your head, under your throat, round your nose, and under your chin; so that no way in the world can you get rid of the nasty hard thing. Bad! bad! Yes, very bad! At least, I thought so; but I knew my mother always wore one when she went out, and that all horses did when they were grown up. And so, what with the nice oats, and what with my master’s pats, kind words, and gentle ways, I got to wear my bit and bridle.

Next came the saddle, but that was not half so bad. My master put it on my back very gently, whilst old Daniel held my head. Then, patting and talking to me all the time, he made the girths fast under my body. I had a few oats, then I was led about for a little while; and this went on every day till I began to look for the oats and the saddle.

At length, one morning my master got on my back and rode me round the meadow on the soft grass. It certainly did feel queer; but I must say I felt rather proud to carry my master; and, as he continued to ride me a little every day, I soon became accustomed to it.

The next unpleasant business was putting on the iron shoes; that too was very hard at first. My master went with me to the smith’s forge to see that I was not hurt or frightened. The blacksmith took my feet in his hand, one after the other, and cut away some of the hoof. It did not pain me, so I stood still on three legs till he had done them all. Then he took a piece of iron the shape of my foot, clapped it on, and drove some nails through the shoe quite into my hoof, so that the shoe was firmly held. My feet were very stiff and heavy, but in time I got used to it.

And now having got so far, my master went on to break me to harness; for this there were more new things to wear. First, they placed a stiff, heavy collar just on my neck, and a bridle with great side-pieces, called blinkers, against my eyes. And blinkers indeed they were, for I could not see on either side, but only straight in front of me. Next there was a small saddle with a nasty stiff strap that went right under my tail; that was the crupper. I hated the crupper – to have my long tail doubled up and poked through that strap was almost as bad as the bit. I never felt more like kicking, but of course I could not kick such a good master; and so in time I got used to everything, and could do my work as well as my mother.

I must not forget to mention one part of my training which I have always considered a very great advantage. My master sent me for a fortnight to a neighbouring farmer who had a meadow which was skirted on one side by the railway. Here were some sheep and cows, and I was turned in amongst them.

I shall never forget the first train that ran by. I was feeding quietly near the pales which separated the meadow from the railway, when I heard a strange sound at a distance; and before I knew whence it came – with a rush and a clatter, and a puffing out of smoke – a long black train of something flew by, and was gone almost before I could draw my breath. I turned, and galloped to the further side of the meadow as fast as I could go; and there I stood snorting with astonishment and fear.

In the course of the day many other trains went by, some more slowly; these drew up at the station close by, and sometimes made an awful shriek and groan before they stopped. I thought it very dreadful, but the cows went on eating very quietly, and hardly raised their heads as the black, frightful thing came puffing and grinding past.

For the first few days I could not feed at peace; but as I found that this terrible creature never came into the field nor did me any harm, I began to disregard it; and very soon I cared as little about the passing of a train as the cows and sheep did.

Since then I have seen many horses much alarmed and restive at the sight or sound of a steam-engine; but thanks to my good master’s care, I am as fearless at railway stations as in my own stable.

Now if anyone wants to break in a young horse well, that is the way to do it.

My master often drove me in double harness with my mother because she was steady, and could teach me how to go better than a strange horse. She told me the better I behaved, the better I should be treated, and that it was wisest always to do my best to

Reviews for Black Beauty

[f2langman · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is one of my favourite childhood books. The story of a horse told in first person, recording his adventures good and bad.Ideal for children who love animals, a classic that has stood the test of time.

[fotenosfamily · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I liked it. Some parts were sad, such as the part when Ginger and Black Beauty had the bearing reins. It also had happy parts, such as when Black Beauty was broken in and sold to Squire Gordon. I liked the book very much. -Naomi Fotenos (age 7), March 6, 2010.

[mrsdwilliams · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Black Beauty, a happy and pampered horse, is eventually sold when his owner can no longer afford to keep him. Black Beauty ends up with a variety of owners, some kind and others cruel, but through it all retains a certain sense of nobility and tries to survive as best he can.One of the best animal stories ever!

[bookwyrmm_1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I always thought this was a children's book, but I now think it is a treatise on the ill use of horses in the time it was written.

[themulhern · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

An outstanding book slightly marred by some remarks about God's goodness and plans. Much of the abuse described in the book still goes on today. Making the horse the narrator of events was a remarkable literary innovation at the time. The book avoids the sentimentality of a good deal of Kipling's animal-as-narrator stories.It's also quite interesting in the way it describes the legalities surrounding ownership of horses.

[gairid · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I absolutely loved this story as a kid and to this day I carry it close. This is a wonderful book for children: it shows them the world through the eyse of a gentle and loyal horse and illustrates how animals should be treated with the kindness and love they deserve. I would recommend this book for any child of seven or upwards.

[schmerguls · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A year or so before I read this book I read Beautiful Joe and was hugely influenced by it to be kinder to animals. I approved of this book for the same reason as I liked Beautiful Joe, though I remember being puzzled by the horse being bothered by a device which kept the horse's head elevated--I don't think that was pertinent to the horses I had a lot to do with . Our horses were for work, not for show.

[qwiksilver_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book, in one form or another, has stayed on my shelf since I was a child. It has wonderful life lessons throughout the story and should be required reading of any child, horse crazy or not. It is a must for any child with a pony. It taught me to be kinder to my ponies. (As a result, they were much kinder to me.)

[lynnb_64 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This is a beautifully bound edition of Anna Sewell's classic story. I re-read it because I intend to give it to my grand-daughter. Black Beauty is told from the horse's perspective and contains a lot of information about how horses were used and treated 200 years ago. I think it has stood the test of the time because it is so evocative of an era.

[librarylou · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I can remember this book as a child, and watching the tv program. (The theme tune always made me cry!) This is a charming book charting the story of a horse throughout his life.

[ctpress_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Audiobook - wery well read - interesting to listen to Black Beautys reflections as he is sold to different owners that treat him sometimes good, sometimes very horrible. There's some really good moral lessons on how to connect to horses. And a humorous defense on resting on the Lords Day - Sunday :)

[lmhudson_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A classic story about a horse called Black Beauty and the hardships he had to face throughout his life until he finally came to rest at a good home with old friends. This is a story that can help teach compassion for animals as you get to live the story through the thoughts of the horse.

[maaike15274 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Lovely but somewhat melodramatic. Unfortunately I have read this classic too late (I am a grown up now). I would have loved this when I was 9. Sometimes it made me very very sad (Ginger made me sad). Keep your hankies ready (not joking).Sadly there are still a lot of "black beauties" these days.

[laphenix · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

What a beautiful story with a simple, yet hearth-wrenching narrative.

[overthemoon_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

an undated edition given me by my grandparents on my birthday in1957. I suspect that I never read it, because I just did so and did not remember anything. The autobiography of a horse, interesting for the social commentary and especially the life of London cabbies.

[deelightful-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I have never been able to read this book without tears.

[bookbrook · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It was OK . I found it really hard to understand sometimes. I finally gave up and watched the movie. It's a sweet story but it has too many details.

[rebprest · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book was in a word lovely. I think it's written in an engaging manner for anyone from upper elementary on. It's not difficult to follow. Although there is a lot of horse jargon , it is well explained by the narrating horse.Pros-beautiful writinganimal theme classic literature (stood the test of time)Short and medium level readCons-Formal languagevery moral, maybe preachy to some

[aliceanna-1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I can't even finish this thing. It is dull as dirt. I cannot imagine a child being captivated by this story. If this was my first novel as a child, I probably would never have picked up another. Sorry, I like literature for children, but this one didn't do it for me.

[fuzzi_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A little preachy at times, but for a good cause: the cruelty directed at and on animals in 1800s England was rampant, and this book brought the untold story of life through the eyes of a horse to the general public. A child/juvenile book on one level, it is also for adults, and a good read and reread.

[xandreax_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book sends a message to readers about the importance of treating animals kindly and the rewards that can be received in return. Anna Sewell understands animals and their needs so well which is why she did such a good job writing from the perspective of Black Beauty. Not only is there an important message to the story but the story itself is good and I didn't know much about horses before reading this, so I learned something. I recommend this story to both children and adults.

[theboylatham_1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Four out of ten.

Black Beauty is the story of a spirited horse - a beautiful coal black stallion with a brilliant white star on his forehead. Follow Black Beauty's adventures from the peaceful green meadows of his youth to the cold, bitter streets of nineteenth-century London.

[molliewatts · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Told from the point-of-view of the horse known as Black Beauty, this is the tale of his life - the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. Set in 19th century England, Beauty goes through myriad owners and names, meeting and befriending other horses along the way. I always enjoyed this book, but thought it was rather sad, as well.

[pamkaye · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I read this book as a child and thoroughly enjoyed it. Reading it again as an adult, I found I was just as engrossed and thrilled with the story.

[encephalical · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Read first time as an adult, a bit surprised at how morbid it is. Dawned on me that carousel horses look like they do because they most have been modeled on horses rigged with a bearing rein.

[betsyeggers · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This is a wonderful book about a horse - told by him - who begins his life rather pampered, but is eventually sold. He goes from one owner to another finding that different people treat him differently - some with care, and some withnot. This is a great story for children and young adults who are ready to tackle a more serious chapter book with a little more serious content as it teaches children treat all animals with love and patience.I would recommend this book for my library.

[t1bclasslibrary · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This eyewitness book tells a shortened version of the story of Black Beauty, while explaining a lot of horse history. The margins are loaded with information about horse care and how it relates to the story. The story is also brought to life with illustrations. This is a great introduction or companion to the novel, and also of interest to young horse enthusiasts.

[jcalendula · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is one of my favorite books and has been since I was young. I have read it over and over. You are quickly absorbed into the story and I love how it makes you think about the way you treat both the people and animals you meet in your life.

[leslie398 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I am revising my rating, having just recently finished the audiobook. Although I had forgotten most of the details of this children's classic, it s actually a very powerful and emotional story about the ups and downs of a horse's life during Victorian times.

[sandra.pinkerton83 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Excellent teen book