Below is the second part of "Black Beauty."
Joe Green slept in the stall with me, taking care of me. I knew I would recover.
In no time I was as good as new. Thankfully, so was Mrs. Gordon. But the doctor recommended that she move to a warmer climate to help her recovery. As I watched her ride off in her carriage, I couldn't help but think that a change was coming.
As it turned out, Mrs. Gordon's move would mark the beginning of a very difficult time in my life. I had been lucky so far, but my luck was about to change.
I was sold to a man who needed a horse to pull a delivery cart. I would begin at the crack of dawn, and pull a cart that was positively huge and overloaded. I would drag it up steep hills, across vast meadows, through wide rivers and creeks, and over rocky roads.
I thought I was lucky when he decided to sell me. But luck wasn't on my side this time, either. I was bought by a man who ran a carriage company. It wasn't bad at first, but I soon realized that this man would sometimes make his horses pull carriages for days straight without a rest. It was backbreaking work.
As a result, this man's horses grew weak very quickly, and he was forced to sell them. I was sold a number of times after that. Each time I kept hoping that one of my masters would treat me better. But it never happened.
I was sent from horse market to horse market. I was starting to think I belonged with the old horses that were too worn-out to work anymore.
It was at one of these markets that my life took an amazing turn. A young boy convinced his grandfather to buy me. "We can make him strong again, Grandpapa," the boy said. "We can make him strong like we did with Ladybird."
Grandpapa looked me over and said, "I think you're right, Willie. This is a fine horse."
They bought me and took me home. Their farm was lovely, and Willie treated me like a king's horse. But no sooner did I get used to it than it was time to move again.
"I have some news, Willie," Grandpapa said. "You've done such a good job of making this fine horse healthy and strong again, that I've found a new owner for him."
Willie was sad to hear this, and so was I, but Grandpapa assured him that I would be happier than I had ever been before.
I was taken to my new home the next day. Something seemed familiar about it as we trotted up the path. Three well-dressed ladies came out and smiled at Grandpapa as I heard a voice from near the stables.
"I don't believe it!" the voice yelled. I looked over and saw a figure running toward us, still yelling. "Could it be true?"
I was confused until one of the well-dressed women said, "Joe Green, what's all this fuss about? What is it that you cannot believe?"
"This is Black Beauty, ma'am!" he said. "He's been brought back to us!"