Black Beauty is a novel written by Anna Sewell and published in 1877. The story is narrated in the first person by a black horse named Black Beauty, one of the most famous talking horses in literature.
The story is narrated as an autobiographical memoir by a horse named Black Beauty. It begins with his happy days as a colt on an English farm and continues with the hardships of his life in London pulling cabriolets.
Along the way, he encounters many hardships and tells many stories of cruelty and kindness from humans. Each little chapter tells of some incident in the life of Jet that contains a lesson or moral typically related to kindness, to sympathy, and also about the treatment of horses; with detailed observations and descriptions about the behavior of horses.
Black Beauty is not only a timeless classic that has been loved by generations of readers, but it is also considered one of the earliest works of animal rights literature. In addition, in dealing with animal welfare, it also expounds on how to treat people with kindness and sympathy.
Looking for a surprising and heartwarming read? Look no further Black Beauty is sure to touch your heart.
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We have no right to distress any of God’s creatures without a very good reason; we call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.
Master said, God had given men reason, by which they could find out things for themselves; but he had given animals knowledge which did not depend on reason, and which was much more prompt and perfect in its way, and by which they had often saved the lives of men.
If we could act a little more according to common sense, and a good deal less according to fashion, we should find many things work easier.
After this we continued our journey, and as they got out of the cab our friend was saying, "My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt."
I felt from the first that what he wanted was to wear all the spirit out of me, and just make me into a quiet, humble, obedient piece of horseflesh. `Horseflesh'! Yes, that is all that he thought about," and Ginger stamped her foot as if the very thought of him made her angry.