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The black handsome man
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
-
lilies
grew
at
the
deep
end
.
Over
the
hedge
on
one
side
we
looked
into
a
plowed
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
grove
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
daytime
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
the
trees
,
and
when
it
was
cold
we
had
a
nice
warm
shed
near
the
grove
.
As
soon
as
I
was
old
enough
to
eat
grass
my
mother
used
to
go
out
to
work
in
the
daytime
,
and
come
back
in
the
evening
.
There
were
six
young
colts
in
the
meadow
besides
me
;
they
were
older
than
I
was
;
some
were
nearly
as
large
as
grown
-
up
horses
.
I
used
to
run
with
them
,
and
had
great
fun
;
we
used
to
gallop
all
together
round
and
round
the
field
as
hard
as
we
could
go
.
Sometimes
we
had
rather
rough
play
,
for
they
would
frequently
bite
and
kick
as
well
as
gallop
.
One
day
,
when
there
was
a
good
deal
of
kicking
,
my
mother
whinnied
to
me
to
come
to
her
,
and
then
she
said
:
“
I
wish
you
to
pay
attention
to
what
I
am
going
to
say
to
you
.
The
colts
who
live
here
are
very
good
colts
,
but
they
are
cart
-
horse
colts
,
and
of
course
they
have
not
learned
manners
.
You
have
been
well
-
bred
and
well
-
born
;
your
father
has
a
great
name
in
these
parts
,
and
your
grandfather
won
the
cup
two
years
at
the
Newmarket
races
;
your
grandmother
had
the
sweetest
temper
of
any
horse
I
ever
knew
,
and
I
think
you
have
never
seen
me
kick
or
bite
.
I
hope
you
will
grow
up
gentle
and
good
,
and
never
learn
bad
ways
;
do
your
work
with
a
good
will
,
lift
your
feet
up
well
when
you
trot
,
and
never
bite
or
kick
even
in
play
.
”
I
have
never
forgotten
my
mother
’
s
advice
;
I
knew
she
was
a
wise
old
horse
,
and
our
master
thought
a
great
deal
of
her
.
Her
name
was
Duchess
,
but
he
often
called
her
Pet
.
Our
master
was
a
good
,
kind
man
.
He
gave
us
good
food
,
good
lodging
,
and
kind
words
;
he
spoke
as
kindly
to
us
as
he
did
to
his
little
children
.
We
were
all
fond
of
him
,
and
my
mother
loved
him
very
much
.
When
she
saw
him
at
the
gate
she
would
neigh
with
joy
,
and
trot
up
to
him
.
He
would
pat
and
stroke
her
and
say
,
“
Well
,
old
Pet
,
and
how
is
your
little
Darkie
?
”
I
was
a
dull
black
,
so
he
called
me
Darkie
;
then
he
would
give
me
a
piece
of
bread
,
which
was
very
good
,
and
sometimes
he
brought
a
carrot
for
my
mother
.
All
the
horses
would
come
to
him
,
but
I
think
we
were
his
favorites
.
My
mother
always
took
him
to
the
town
on
a
market
day
in
a
light
gig
.
There
was
a
plowboy
,
Dick
,
who
sometimes
came
into
our
field
to
pluck
blackberries
from
the
hedge
.
When
he
had
eaten
all
he
wanted
he
would
have
what
he
called
fun
with
the
colts
,
throwing
stones
and
sticks
at
them
to
make
them
gallop
.
We
did
not
much
mind
him
,
for
we
could
gallop
off
;
but
sometimes
a
stone
would
hit
and
hurt
us
