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Black Beauty
The Autobiography of a Horse
by Anna Sewell

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21 The Parting

Now I had lived in this happy place three years, but sad changes were about
to come over us. We heard from time to time that our mistress was ill.
The doctor was often at the house, and the master looked grave and anxious.
Then we heard that she must leave her home at once, and go to a warm country
for two or three years. The news fell upon the household like the tolling
of a deathbell. Everybody was sorry; but the master began directly
to make arrangements for breaking up his establishment and leaving England.
We used to hear it talked about in our stable; indeed,
nothing else was talked about.

John went about his work silent and sad, and Joe scarcely whistled.
There was a great deal of coming and going; Ginger and I had full work.

The first of the party who went were Miss Jessie and Flora,
with their governess. They came to bid us good-by.
They hugged poor Merrylegs like an old friend, and so indeed he was.
Then we heard what had been arranged for us. Master had sold Ginger and me
to his old friend, the Earl of W----, for he thought we should have
a good place there. Merrylegs he had given to the vicar,
who was wanting a pony for Mrs. Blomefield, but it was on the condition
that he should never be sold, and that when he was past work
he should be shot and buried.

Joe was engaged to take care of him and to help in the house,
so I thought that Merrylegs was well off. John had the offer
of several good places, but he said he should wait a little and look round.

The evening before they left the master came into the stable
to give some directions, and to give his horses the last pat.
He seemed very low-spirited; I knew that by his voice.
I believe we horses can tell more by the voice than many men can.

"Have you decided what to do, John?" he said. "I find you have not accepted
either of those offers."

"No, sir; I have made up my mind that if I could get a situation
with some first-rate colt-breaker and horse-trainer, it would be
the right thing for me. Many young animals are frightened and spoiled
by wrong treatment, which need not be if the right man took them in hand.
I always get on well with horses, and if I could help some of them
to a fair start I should feel as if I was doing some good.
What do you think of it, sir?"

"I don't know a man anywhere," said master, "that I should think
so suitable for it as yourself. You understand horses,
and somehow they understand you, and in time you might set up for yourself;
I think you could not do better. If in any way I can help you, write to me.
I shall speak to my agent in London, and leave your character with him."

Master gave John the name and address, and then he thanked him
for his long and faithful service; but that was too much for John.
"Pray, don't, sir, I can't bear it; you and my dear mistress have done
so much for me that I could never repay it. But we shall never forget you,
sir, and please God, we may some day see mistress back again like herself;
we must keep up hope, sir." Master gave John his hand, but he did not speak,
and they both left the stable.

The last sad day had come; the footman and the heavy luggage had gone off
the day before, and there were only master and mistress and her maid.
Ginger and I brought the carriage up to the hall door for the last time.
The servants brought out cushions and rugs and many other things;
and when all were arranged master came down the steps carrying the mistress
in his arms (I was on the side next to the house, and could see
all that went on); he placed her carefully in the carriage,
while the house servants stood round crying.

"Good-by, again," he said; "we shall not forget any of you," and he got in.
"Drive on, John."

Joe jumped up, and we trotted slowly through the park
and through the village, where the people were standing at their doors
to have a last look and to say, "God bless them."

When we reached the railway station I think mistress walked from the carriage
to the waiting-room. I heard her say in her own sweet voice, "Good-by, John.
God bless you." I felt the rein twitch, but John made no answer;
perhaps he could not speak. As soon as Joe had taken the things
out of the carriage John called him to stand by the horses,
while he went on the platform. Poor Joe! he stood close up to our heads
to hide his tears. Very soon the train came puffing up into the station;
then two or three minutes, and the doors were slammed to, the guard whistled,
and the train glided away, leaving behind it only clouds of white smoke
and some very heavy hearts.

When it was quite out of sight John came back.

"We shall never see her again," he said -- "never." He took the reins,
mounted the box, and with Joe drove slowly home; but it was not our home now.



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