黑骏马 02

2 Birtwick Park

I was beginning to grow handsome.

My coat was fine and soft, and was a shiny black.

I had one white foot, and a pretty white star on my forehead.

When I was four years old, Mr Gordon came to look at me.

He looked closely at my eyes, my mouth, and my legs, and then I had to walk and trot and gallop for him.

'When he has been trained, 'Mr Gordon said to my master, 'he will do very well. '

My master liked to train his horses himself before selling them, and the next day my training began.

To train a horse is to teach him to wear a saddle, and to carry a man, woman or child on his back.

The horse must also learn to wear a collar, and to stand still when it is put on; then to have a carriage fixed behind him, and to go fast or slow, whichever his driver wishes.