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“我还想要什么呢？”黑骏马描述他愉快的家和好心的主人时说。“自由！在我生命的头4年，我曾拥有那么广阔的田野，我可以在那儿全速奔驰——没有缰绳，没有嚼口，也没有眼罩。现在，除了有活儿干的时候，我得日夜呆在马厩里”。 千什么万什么
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在19世纪70年代，有很多活儿要马来干——在各种天气中，拉着各种车子穿过拥挤的城市，走过乡村的小道。
黑骏马受过良好的训练。他知道他永不能踢、咬或是逃跑，永远都得服从命令，不管多累多饿。他总是举止得体，但是当他从一个主人被卖到另一个主人，他懂得了一匹马的一生是多么艰难，某些人又是多么愚蠢和多么冷酷……
安娜·塞维尔于1820年生于诺福克，于1878年去世。出于对虐待动物的强烈不满，她写下了《黑骏马》，以说服人们对马仁慈一些。这是她身染重病的时候花了6年的时间写的，也是她写的唯一的一本书。本书出版后不久她就去世了，从那时以来这本书销售了3，000多自取其咎
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蔬菜牛肉粥万本。
1 My first home
The first place I can remember well was a pleasant field with a pond of clear water in it．Trees made shadows over the pond，and water plants grew at the deep end．On one side was another field，and on the other side we looked over a gate at our master's hou， which stood by the roadside．At the top of our field were more tall trees，and at the bottom was a fast-running stream．
While I was young，I lived on my mother's milk，but as soon as I was old enough to eat grass，my mother went out to work during the day and came back in the evening．
There were six other young hors in me field，although they were older than I was．W
e all galloped together round the field， and had great fun．But sometimes the others would kick and bite．
'They are young farm hors and haven't learned how to behave，'my mother told me．'You are different．Your father is well known， and your grandfather twice won the most important race at Newmarket．Your grandmother was quiet and gentle，and you have never en me kick or bite，have you？ I hope you will grow up to be gentle and a willing worker， and never bite or kick．'
I have never forgotten my mother's advice．She was a clever and nsible old hor．Her name was Duchess，but our master often called her Pet．He was a good，kind man，and my mother loved him very much．Whenever she saw him at the gate，she trotted across．He ud to pat her and say，'Well，old Pet，and how is your little Darkie？'I was a dull black colour，so he called me Darkie．He sometimes brought a piece of bread for me，or a carrot for my mother，and I think we were his favourites．
When I was two years old，something happened which I have never forgotten．It was e
arly spring，and there was a light mist over the trees and fields．I and the other young hors were feeding at the lower end of the field when we heard the distant cry of dogs．
The oldest among us lifted his head to listen．'There are the hounds！'he said，and immediately raced off．The rest of us followed him to the top of the field，where we could e veral fields beyond．
My mother and another old hor were standing near．'They've found a hare，'said my mother，'and if they come this way，we shall e the hunt．'
Soon the dogs were all racing down the field next to ours，making a loud'yo-yo-yo-yo！'sound at the top of their voices．After them came men on hors，some in green coats，and all galloping as fast as they could．Suddenly，the dogs be-came silent and ran around with their nos to the ground．
'They've lost the smell of the hare，'said the old hor．'Perhaps it will escape．'
海南高考满分 But the dogs began their'yo-yo-yo-yo！'again and came at full speed towards our field．
Just then a hare，wild with fear，ran towards the trees．The dogs jumped over the stream and ran across the field，followed by the huntsmen． Six or eight jumped their hors over the stream，clo behind the dogs．Be-fore the hare could get away，the dogs were upon her with wild cries．
We heard a terrible scream，and that was the end of the hare．One of the men picked her up and held her by the leg．She was covered in blood， but all the huntsmen emed plead．
I was so greatly surprid that at first I did not e what was happening by the stream， but when I did look， I saw a sad sight．Two fine hors were down，one in the stream and the other on the grass． One rider， who emed unhurt，was climb-ing out of the water，but the other lay quite still．
'His neck is broken，'said my mother．'I can't understand why men are so fond of this sport．They quite often hurt them-lves and ruin good hors，all for one hare that they could get more easily some other way． But we are only hors， and don't know why m
en do the things．' 苹果电脑u盘
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They carried the dead rider to our master's hou， and I heard afterwards that it was George Gordon， the only son of a local landowner， and a fine young man．
A man from the village came to look at the black hor on the grass．The animal was in great pain and one of his legs was broken．The man began to feel the hor all over，then he shook his head．Someone ran to our master's hou and came back with a gun．Soon after， there was a loud bang and a terrible cry，then all was still．The black hor did not move again．
My mother was very unhappy．'I've known that hor for years，'she said．'His name was Rob Roy．He was a good brave hor．'She never went near that end of the field again．
