Black Beauty
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Early Years The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it,and rushes and water-lillies 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. While I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass.In the day time 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 a 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 day time, and came back in the evening. Hahahahahaha sorry if it's short!!!
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