It’s not a super exciting picture, but there is something sweet & tranquil about it. This resting pinto beauty is a Chincoteague pony. The ancestors of these ponies were brought over from Spain during settling of the new world. Their geographical isolation makes them a fairly pure strain of the original Spanish animals. They are left to run wild for most of the year & strictly managed by the local authorities to encourage their success.
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Welcome to Chapter 40 of Black Beauty online – this book was written by Anna Sewell. Be sure to check out Ch. 39 if you haven’t already and you can find all published chapters on the Black Beauty page.
One day, while our cab and many others were waiting outside one of the parks where music was playing, a shabby old cab drove up beside ours. The horse was an old worn-out chestnut, with an ill-kept coat, and bones that showed plainly through it, the knees knuckled over, and the fore-legs were very unsteady. I had been eating some hay, and the wind rolled a little lock of it that way, and the poor creature put out her long thin neck and picked it up, and then turned and looked about for more. There was a hopeless look in the dull eye that I could not help noticing, and then, as I was thinking where I had seen that horse before, she looked full at me and said, “Black Beauty, is that you?” Read more
There is just something really cute about a close up of a horse nose, especially one with a bright lovely white blaze. This is another soft horse nose that we just want to cover with kisses! We also really have a thing for shots that convey the equine personality, which is a lot more refined & humorous than non-horse people will ever understand.
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Welcome to Chapter 39 of Black Beauty online – this book was written by Anna Sewell. Be sure to check out Ch. 38 if you haven’t already and you can find all published chapters on the Black Beauty page.
I should say that for a cab-horse I was very well off indeed; my driver was my owner, and it was his interest to treat me well and not overwork me, even had he not been so good a man as he was; but there were a great many horses which belonged to the large cab-owners, who let them out to their drivers for so much money a day. As the horses did not belong to these men the only thing they thought of was how to get their money out of them, first, to pay the master, and then to provide for their own living; and a dreadful time some of these horses had of it. Of course, I understood but little, but it was often talked over on the stand, and the governor, who was a kind-hearted man and fond of horses, would sometimes speak up if one came in very much jaded or ill-used. Read more