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5. Black Beauty
It was early in May, when there came a man from Squire Gordon's who took
me away to the hall. My master said, "Good-bye, Darkie: be a good horse, and
always do your best." I could not say "good-bye", so I put my nose into his hand:
he patted me kindly, and I left my first home. As I lived some years with Squire
Gordon, I may as well tell something about the place.
Squire Gordon's park skirted the village of Birtwick. It was entered by a large iron
gate, at which stood the first lodge, and then you trotted along on a smooth road
between clumps of large old trees: then another lodge and another gate, which
brought you to the house and the gardens. Beyond this lay the home paddock
the old orchard, and the stables. There was accommodation for many horses and
carriages; but I need only describe the stable into which I was taken: this was
very roomy, with four good stalls; a large swinging window opened into the yard.
which made it pleasant and airy.
The first stall was a large square one, shut in behind with a wooden gate: the
others were common stalls, good stalls, but not nearly so large: it had a low rack
for hay and a low manger for corn; it was called a loose box, because the horse
that was put into it was not tied up, but left loose, to do as he liked. It is a great
thing to have a loose box.
Into this fine box the groom put me; it was clean, sweet, and airy. I never was in
a better box than that, and the sides were not so high but that I could see all that
went on through the iron rails that were at the top.
He gave me some very nice oats, he patted me, spoke kindly, and then
156 went away.
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wat and am a STOWNIp horse. I neve
wamy wish to live in peace​

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