Other editions of book Black Beauty - the autobiography of a horse

Black Beauty, one of the best selling novels of all times was English author Anna Sewell's only novel. Originally published in 1877 it remains a best selling novel to this day. The story is told in the first person of Black Beauty as an autobiographical memoir beginning with his early days, through his difficult life pulling cabs and his happy retirement in the country side. Hyperlinked chapters Beautifully Illustrated

The narrator of this book, the handsome, coal-black horse called ''Black Beauty'', is lead through numerous adventures by various owners - from a riding and carriage horse, to the rough life of a town cab horse, to eventual happiness in a secure home, he keeps his strength and good temper. Influential as animal-rights propaganda, this tale is also an extremely exciting and moving children's story.

Black Beauty is an 1877 novel by English author Anna Sewell. It was composed in the last years of her life, during which she remained in her house as an invalid. The novel became an immediate best-seller, with Sewell dying just five months after its publication, but having lived long enough to see her only novel become a success. With fifty million copies sold, Black Beauty is one of the best-selling books of all time.While forthrightly teaching animal welfare, it also teaches how to treat people with kindness, sympathy, and respect. In 2003, the novel was listed at number 58 on the BBC's survey The Big Read.

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ANNA SEWELL (1820-1878) was an English novelist. She wrote only one book, «Black Beauty » (1877), a story for children relating the life of a black horse, which suffers much but eventually finds a happy home. The story is narrated in the first person as an autobiographical memoir told by the titular horse named Black Beauty—beginning with his carefree days as a colt on an English farm with his mother, to his difficult life pulling cabs in London, to his happy retirement in the country. Sewell originally wrote it for those who worked with horses. She said, "a special aim [was] to induce kindness, sympathy, and an understanding treatment of horses " The book, for which she received £20, was published three months before her death; its immediate success and fame survived for many generations, and it became established as a children´s classic.

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I do not know how long I was ill. Mr. Bond, the horse-doctor, came every day. One day he bled me; John held a pail for the blood. I felt very faint after it and thought I should die, and I believe they all thought so too. Ginger and Merrylegs had been moved into the other stable, so that I might be quiet, for the fever made me very quick of hearing; any little noise seemed quite loud, and I could tell every one’s footstep going to and from the house. I knew all that was going on. One night John had to give me a draught; Thomas Green came in to help him. After I had taken it and John had made me as comfortable as he could, he said he should stay half an hour to see how the medicine settled. Thomas said he would stay with him, so they went and sat down on a bench that had been brought into Merrylegs’ stall, and put down the lantern at their feet, that I might not be disturbed with the light. For awhile both men sat silent, and then Tom Green said in a low voice: “I wish, John, you’d say a bit of a kind word to Joe. The boy is quite broken-hearted; he can’t eat his meals, and he can’t smile. He says he knows it was all his fault, though he is sure he did the best he knew, and he says if Beauty dies no one will ever speak to him again. It goes to my heart to hear him. I think you might give him just a word; he is not a bad boy.”