<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335</id><updated>2011-11-23T06:23:02.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty's Readin Log</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is my summer reading journal for my pre-AP English class.  They require a chapter by chapter journal.  This year's book is Black Beauty by Anna Sewell.  My teachers provided a list of reader response lead-ins that we must use to start the topic of that journal entry for that chapter.  I hope that you enjoy my logs and maybe you will read Black Beauty too! Check out Hoppin Readin Review for other reviews</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-115972879379226360</id><published>2006-10-01T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:53:13.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-115972879379226360?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/115972879379226360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=115972879379226360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/115972879379226360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/115972879379226360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112408068857374880</id><published>2005-08-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:38:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Home (Ch49 / Q18)</title><content type='html'>One thing I will never forget about this story is how both Joe Green and Beauty were so overjoyed when they finally found each other, because if Beauty hadn't come to that happy place, who knows were he might have ended up? So Beauty's story comes to an end.  Mr. Thoroughgood and Willie decided to try their luck with Miss Blomefield.  She was not a fashion lady so she took him even with his blemished knees.  And who might his groom be, but Joe Green.  When Joe tells Miss Blomefield, she is very glad as well and writes to Mrs. Gordon.  They have promised to never sell him so his troubles are over and he can settle down in his last home.  May he live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112408068857374880?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112408068857374880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112408068857374880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112408068857374880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112408068857374880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-last-home-ch49-q18.html' title='My Last Home (Ch49 / Q18)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112408021236480699</id><published>2005-08-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:30:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer Thoroughgood (Ch48 / Q13)</title><content type='html'>If I could interview the author of Black Beauty, I would ask her the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why did you get Beauty to go back to cab work?&lt;br /&gt;2) Why did you make Ginger die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this chapter Beauty returns to a place that actually cares about him.  At the horse fair Beauty is bought by a gentleman farmer named Mr Thoroughgood and his grandson Willie.  Beauty is let out into a meadow and is taken care of very well.  That next spring he was a fit as a fiddle and they decided it was time to find him a nice home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112408021236480699?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112408021236480699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112408021236480699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112408021236480699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112408021236480699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/farmer-thoroughgood-ch48-q13.html' title='Farmer Thoroughgood (Ch48 / Q13)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407918578834059</id><published>2005-08-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:13:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times (Ch47 / Q31)</title><content type='html'>The line, "Oh! he can do it all right sir; send up the boxes, porter; he could take more than that; and he helped to haul up a box so heavy that I could feel the springs go down." in this chapter speaks to me personally because every once and a while my dad makes me do something that's slightly beyond my abilities.  Now Beauty works for the same cab dealer as poor Seedy Sam, Nicholas Skinner.  He has a harsh voice and a hard heart, ant the person that drives Beauty is more or less the same.  He even makes Beauty work at his absolute limit and a little beyond.  Beauty's driver once made him carry so many boxes of luggage that Beauty almost died.  The was the end of his time there. Thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407918578834059?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407918578834059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407918578834059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407918578834059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407918578834059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/hard-times-ch47-q31.html' title='Hard Times (Ch47 / Q31)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407851851891717</id><published>2005-08-14T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:01:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakes and the Lady (Ch46 / Q30)</title><content type='html'>The character Jakes revealed something now about himself when he said, "Yes, Yes, too heavy, but that's not my fault.  The foreman came just as we were starting, and would have three hundred-weight more put on to save time trouble, and I must get on with it as well as I can."  He revealed that he is not a horrible guy and was only following orders.  Beauty now works at a corn dealers and bakery.  Jerry sold him there because he would have fair work and good food.  If it were not for one foreman, it would probably be true.  He almost always made them take on more even if they were full.  He also had them use check reins as well.  One day with a heavy load as usual, a lady came up and told Jakes why Beauty was having so much trouble.  So Jakes from then on either let the check-rein out a few holes, or on hills, gave him his head altogether.  Luckily for Beauty a younger horse can to do that job and Beauty was sold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407851851891717?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407851851891717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407851851891717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407851851891717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407851851891717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/jakes-and-lady-ch46-q30.html' title='Jakes and the Lady (Ch46 / Q30)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407753941398064</id><published>2005-08-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:45:39.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's New Year (Ch45 / Q4)</title><content type='html'>The setting is important in this chapter because it represents the terrible time cab drivers had during the winter.  In this chapter Beauty's happy time with Jerry comes to an end.  Christmas, a very jolly time with parties and presents, but not everyone is so jolly.  For cab drivers and their horses it is anything but jolly.  They have to wait out in the freezing rain, sleet, or snow.  Two men had hired Jerry to wait for them at a party and Jerry got there exactly on time, but they had to wait for two and a half hours with Jerry cough getting worse and worse.  When he finally got home he was very ill.  Jerry got better, but he couldn't go back to cab work and the horses were sold.  Poor Beauty and Hotspur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407753941398064?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407753941398064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407753941398064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407753941398064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407753941398064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/jerrys-new-year-ch45-q4.html' title='Jerry&apos;s New Year (Ch45 / Q4)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407439296558956</id><published>2005-08-13T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:53:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Captain and his Successor (Ch44 / Q6)</title><content type='html'>This chapter made me think about when my Great Grandma Nana died because Captain was like family and he died.  In this chapter captain moves on to a better place. That place is heaven.  Yes, Captain is severely wounded by a drunk and Jerry puts him out of his misery.   Jerry then gets a new horse named Hotspur.  Hotspur is a five year old and full of spirit.  Jerry likes him a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407439296558956?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407439296558956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407439296558956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407439296558956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407439296558956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/old-captain-and-his-successor-ch44-q6.html' title='Old Captain and his Successor (Ch44 / Q6)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407413160515131</id><published>2005-08-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:48:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend in Need (Ch43 / Q29)</title><content type='html'>A quote that contains a special image or figure of speech in this chapter is, "In as much as ye have done it to one of the least of these, " because it is taken out of the Bible and is a special way of saying when you do wrong to someone you do wrong to God. In this chapter the election is in full swing. Beauty says that he will never want to attend one again.  Even on a seemingly jolly day to the half drunken voters can be h e l l to others. Mostly because that day Beauty saw two people ran over.  Jerry and Beauty had had a lot of work that day.   Butt Jerry still, even with all the fares out there, was able to help people in need. They were sitting at a cabstand when a lady with a child came and asked him where the hospital was.  But Jerry, because she couldn't pay, took her at no charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407413160515131?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407413160515131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407413160515131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407413160515131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407413160515131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/friend-in-need-ch43-q29.html' title='A Friend in Need (Ch43 / Q29)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407405686688933</id><published>2005-08-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:48:04.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Election (Ch42 / Q17)</title><content type='html'>In this chapter I agree with the author's point that with voting you should always vote with what your conscious tells you because if your vote was always what everyone else voted it would give one of the candidates would have an unfair advantage.  In this chapter it is election day and the sparks fly between different parties.  Dolly gets picked on just because she is what's called a "blue black guard".  But, Harry defends his sister and gives them a thrashing. But even though Jerry is glad that he defended his sister he did not want them getting involved in the quarrels between parties.  Because some of them were not even voting for what they believed in because most people were voting for something they only half understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407405686688933?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407405686688933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407405686688933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407405686688933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407405686688933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/election-ch42-q17.html' title='The Election (Ch42 / Q17)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407393643136161</id><published>2005-08-13T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:45:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butcher (Ch41 / Q28)</title><content type='html'>This character is the character in the Red Fern because both "Prince Charlie" and the boy in the Reed Fern both love their animals dearly.  "Prince Charlie" with his pony and the Red Fern with his dogs.   In this chapter Beauty tells us about people and their horses.  Some horses have bad masters but, like Beauty, some have very good masters, but still others don't even want to be bad to their horses.  The Butcher's horse Beauty used to notice, always seemed to go unreasonable speeds.  Beauty did not find out until one day they were sitting next to the  butcher's shop when the butcher's cart came sprinting up and the boy jumped out to get the meat when the butcher came out and scolded him.  Then the boy said that it wasn't his fault because the customers never had nay consideration.  The Butcher definitely agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407393643136161?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407393643136161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407393643136161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407393643136161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407393643136161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/butcher-ch41-q28.html' title='The Butcher (Ch41 / Q28)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407386779008641</id><published>2005-08-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:44:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Ginger (Ch 40 / Q28 )</title><content type='html'>A quote that expresses the theme of how cruel some men are is "Oh! If men were more merciful they would shoot us before we came to such misery, "because some horses are worked and worked till they drop down at their work.  In this chapter Beauty meets an old friend, Ginger.  But she isn't the Ginger he once knew.  Now she is weak, skinny, and has trouble breathing from bad treatment.  She had a very sad story to tell.  After Beauty had left the Lord W's home at Earlshall, Ginger was given 12 months to recuperate.  Than she had been sold.  She got on well at first but then the strain returned and she was sold again and eventually again and again.  Finally she was sold to a man that rents out cabs.  But when they found out her problem they said that she should just be used up.  This left Beauty very sad.  But not long after that he thought he saw Ginger dead on a cart.  At least that put her out of her suffering.  I hope Beauty never gets that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407386779008641?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407386779008641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407386779008641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407386779008641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407386779008641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/poor-ginger-ch-40-q28.html' title='Poor Ginger (Ch 40 / Q28 )'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112390659163343078</id><published>2005-08-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:16:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seedy Sam (Ch39 / Q17)</title><content type='html'>In this chapter, I agree with the author's point that it is not fare for rented cab drivers have to pay so much to use a large cab owner's cabs while the fares are set so low because if you pay 18 shillings to rent a cab and two horses you would have to work 9 shillings out of both horses before you can touch any of it or provide for your family. In this chapter we meet Seedy Sam. Sam for a man named Skinner who owns a cab dealership. One day Sam came in with his horse looking tired and beaten up. The Governor started to tell him off. Then Sam starts telling them that the only reason that he does it is that Skinner charges 18 shillings for use of the cab and he has to pay that off before he can get any for himself. Worse is that he has 6 kids to fend for. After 4 months of this madness Sam finally broke under the strain and became ill and eventually died. I hope no one else meets his fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112390659163343078?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112390659163343078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112390659163343078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112390659163343078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112390659163343078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/seedy-sam-ch39-q17.html' title='Seedy Sam (Ch39 / Q17)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112390443112029296</id><published>2005-08-12T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:40:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolly and a Real Gentleman (Ch38 / Q27)</title><content type='html'>An important quote from this chapter is, "There, Dolly, that's a gentleman; that's a real gentleman, Dolly; he has time and thought for the comfort of a poor cab man and a little girl", I think that it is saying that every one should be like the real gentleman. in this chapter Dolly meets a real gentleman. One day when Dolly had just brought Jerry his meal and was sitting down to eat when a man came up to hirer Jerry's cab. Jerry started to put down his bowl when the man said that even though he didn't have much spare time he would wait until he was finished. And that was how Dolly met a real gentleman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112390443112029296?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112390443112029296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112390443112029296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112390443112029296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112390443112029296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/dolly-and-real-gentleman-ch38-q27.html' title='Dolly and a Real Gentleman (Ch38 / Q27)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112407977279679573</id><published>2005-08-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:22:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rule (Ch37 / Q27)</title><content type='html'>An important quote from this chapter is: "but you know we should do to other people as we should like they should do to us; and I know very well what I should like if my mother was dying, and Jerry, dear, I am sure it won't break the Sabbath, for if pulling a poor beast or donkey out of a pit would not spoil it, I am quite sure taking poor Dinah would not do it".  Because it means that you should always, Sabbath or no Sabbath, help people in need.  In this chapter everything goes back to normal.  Mrs. Barry has once again started calling on Jerry to take her places again, but never on Sunday.  But once they did work on Sunday because a friend of Jerry's wife's mother was dieing and Jerry took her to be able to see her mother alive.  Also when they got there, Beauty was able to run around and lie down when he hadn't been able to for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112407977279679573?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407977279679573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112407977279679573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407977279679573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112407977279679573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/golden-rule-ch37-q27.html' title='The Golden Rule (Ch37 / Q27)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112310205602642921</id><published>2005-08-03T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:47:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday Cab (Ch36 / Q22)</title><content type='html'>In this chapter the character Mr. Briggs reminds me of my little sister, Hannah, because they both try and try to get there way. In this chapter a very good customer, Mr. Briggs, comes to ask Jerry if he would take Mrs. Briggs to church on Sundays. Jerry of course refused because he only has a six day cab license and he doesn't want to loose his Sundays with his family. He told Mr. Briggs that he had once had a seven day license but the work was to hard for him and his horses. So Mr. Briggs tells Jerry that he will just find another cab driver. I still hope he never goes back to a seven day license.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112310205602642921?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112310205602642921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112310205602642921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112310205602642921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112310205602642921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-cab-ch36-q22.html' title='The Sunday Cab (Ch36 / Q22)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112241339877029416</id><published>2005-07-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:29:58.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Barker (Ch35 / Q10)</title><content type='html'>If I were Jerry at this point of the story I would continue to treat Beauty exactly as I was now. In this chapter learn more about Jerry. Beauty says that he never knew a better man. He also said that he was as kind and as good as John Manly. If Jerry wants Beauty to be happy he should just keep on treating him the same way. Jerry also never made the horses go faster for an extra fair but always went at fair even pace. But he was not against putting on steam if he only knew why. Beauty remembers that one day a young man carrying a heavy load slipped on an orange peel and he slipped. Jerry helped him into a nearby shop in tell he felt better. The man then asked Jerry to get him to a train on time. So Jerry put on the steam and got him there on time. He didn’t even take the extra money that was offered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112241339877029416?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112241339877029416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112241339877029416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112241339877029416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112241339877029416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/jerry-barker-ch35-q10.html' title='Jerry Barker (Ch35 / Q10)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112240591009898893</id><published>2005-07-26T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:25:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old War Horse (Ch34 / Q16)</title><content type='html'>Some words, images, phrases, images, or details that stuck to me in this chapter are, the whizzing of bullets, the cries of the wounded soldiers, and the many dead and dieing horses. In this chapter we learn about Jerry’s other horse’s past. His name was Captain and hade been first trained as a war-horse. He had many times had to charge right into the on coming bullets and had seen many young horses and soldiers killed or heavily wounded. Captain went through many masters with at least two different masters and had only been wounded, and then not badly, once. But now he is away from all the fighting and is living a quiet life as one of Jerry’s cab horses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112240591009898893?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112240591009898893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112240591009898893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112240591009898893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112240591009898893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/old-war-horse-ch34-q16.html' title='An Old War Horse (Ch34 / Q16)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112240038370756639</id><published>2005-07-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:53:03.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A London Cab Horse (Ch33 / Q14)</title><content type='html'>I predict that Beauty will live for a time in great happiness because Jerry seems like a guy who loves horses. In this chapter Beauty starts his new job as a London cab horse. For the first week cab work was very tiring for Beauty. But a kind word and fair treatment make all the difference. Beauty also meets Governor Grant. Grant had been on the cabby stand the longest time and most of the other cab drivers looked up to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112240038370756639?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112240038370756639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112240038370756639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112240038370756639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112240038370756639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-cab-horse-ch33-q14.html' title='A London Cab Horse (Ch33 / Q14)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112179225777174814</id><published>2005-07-19T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:57:37.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Humbug (Ch31 / Q7)</title><content type='html'>I think the relationship between a thief and a humbug is interesting because a thief takes something that is not theirs but this humbug, in my opinion, is even worse. He tries to ring as much money as he possibly can out of Mr. Barry while he does almost no work at all. He never groomed Beauty fully, cleaned his saddle, clean his feet, and he even left his bit all rusty. The worst thing he did was that he never took all of the straw away. So the straw underneath became moist and rotten. It not only smelled really bad but it also made Beauty's feet very tender. Mr. Barry took Beauty to the horse doctor and he saw the problem. Eventually Beauty's feet healed but Mr. Barry didn't want a horse any more because he had been tricked twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112179225777174814?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112179225777174814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112179225777174814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112179225777174814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112179225777174814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/humbug-ch31-q7.html' title='A Humbug (Ch31 / Q7)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112172130888862789</id><published>2005-07-18T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:15:08.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thief (Ch30 / Q8)</title><content type='html'>I like the character Mr. Barry because even though he doesn't know much about horses he still tries his best to make sure that Beauty has every thing that he needs. In this chapter Beauty comes to his new home. His new master, Mr. Barry, doesn't know much about horses but still tries to do his very best to make Beauty comfortable. Beauty's groom on the other hand knows what he is doing. He was was very good to Beauty and very nice. Or so it seems. The groom had been stealing Beauty's oats and feeding them to his rabbits that he was fattening for sale. But the police caught him and put him in jail for two months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112172130888862789?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112172130888862789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112172130888862789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112172130888862789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112172130888862789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/thief-ch30-q8.html' title='A Thief (Ch30 / Q8)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112154229386755484</id><published>2005-07-16T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:31:33.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockneys (Ch29 / Q7)</title><content type='html'>I think the relationship between loose-rein drivers and steam-engine drivers is interesting because the two stiles have almost nothing in common. In this chapter Beauty tells us about another stile of driving , the steam-engine stile. Horse = steam-engine, that's what these drivers seem to think. On and on these drivers make the horses go, always at the same speed. Uphill and downhill for miles and miles without any consideration for the horses feelings. Beauty says that he would rather go twenty miles with a good driver than go ten with some of these divers. I would probably agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112154229386755484?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112154229386755484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112154229386755484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112154229386755484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112154229386755484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/cockneys-ch29-q7.html' title='Cockneys (Ch29 / Q7)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112148265988103148</id><published>2005-07-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:57:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job Horse and His Drivers (Ch28 / Q11)</title><content type='html'>If I could interview the author of this book I would ask her the following questions: 1) Where did you get the idea for this book? 2) Is this book based on a true story? In this chapter Beauty has been sold and is now a job horse. Before Beauty was always driven by people who knew what they were doing. But now most of the drivers that Beauty was hired out to had no clue on the matter. In this chapter Beauty tells us about two of the many ways he was driven during his stay there. One is the tight-rein drivers. Who seem to think that it is the end of the world if they don't hold the reins as hard as they can. There is also the loose-rein drivers that let the reins just lay on there knees. This often gets horses in to bad habits that they have to be whipped out of. Once Beauty was with one of these drivers and the man was not even paying attention to Beauty or the road. There had been some road work and there was a lot of loose stones. It just so happened that Beauty got a stone in his shoe. He was driven a half a mile before his driver noticed anything and he just thought that Beauty was lame. Luckily a farmer came along that knew his business. He got the stone out of Beauty's shoe. But Beauty was still in a lot of pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112148265988103148?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112148265988103148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112148265988103148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112148265988103148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112148265988103148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/job-horse-and-his-drivers-ch28-q11.html' title='A Job Horse and His Drivers (Ch28 / Q11)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112139244740207853</id><published>2005-07-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:54:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined, and Going Downhill (Ch27 / Q18)</title><content type='html'>One thing I will never forget about this story is the many hardships that Beauty had to face because if I had to do half the things Beauty I would almost die. In this chapter Beauty's knees have healed and he has been put in a padlock. Soon Ginger joined him. She got there because she was put in a race before she was ready and it badly strained her. They had a good time while they were together. But Beauty was soon sold and it is unlikely that they ever would see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112139244740207853?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112139244740207853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112139244740207853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112139244740207853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112139244740207853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/ruined-and-going-downhill-ch27-q18.html' title='Ruined, and Going Downhill (Ch27 / Q18)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112139178718124507</id><published>2005-07-14T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:43:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it Ended (Ch26 / Q11)</title><content type='html'>If I could rewrite this chapter I would change how Ruben's family was just thrown out after he died because if she wasn't able two get a job her and all six of her kids might starve. In this chapter Ruben's death is confirmed. It was almost midnight when Ginger and two men in the dog cart came along. The men at first thought that Beauty had thrown Ruben. But witnesses said that Ruben had been very drunk when he left town so no one blamed Beauty. But I still feel bad about Ruben's wife and children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112139178718124507?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112139178718124507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112139178718124507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112139178718124507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112139178718124507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-it-ended-ch26-q11.html' title='How it Ended (Ch26 / Q11)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112123768211430665</id><published>2005-07-12T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:57:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruben Smith (Ch25 / Q5)</title><content type='html'>This chapter is very realistic because it is true that when people get drunk they become a menace to those around them, lose control over themselves, and become very obnoxious. In this chapter we meet Ruben Smith. He is a very responsible man and seems to be liked by everyone, especially the horses. But he is not always so responsible. He used to sometimes go off and get very drunk. A few times York, the chief liveryman in Lord W__'s stables, let him off because he was so helpful; but one time he was supposed to drive some people home but he couldn't even hold the reins and one of the passengers had to drive. Ruben was fired. But eventually he was hired again. That was a very bad thing for Beauty. Ruben was the reason he had to leave Lord W__'s stables. Ruben had ridden Beauty into town and put him in the local stables. When he came to get Beauty he was very drunk. He didn't even have Beauty's loose shoe taken care of. Also he was very rude to the hostler for no apparent reason at all. Loose shoe and all as they reached the end of town they started to gallop. Some way down the road the shoe came off. Pore Beauty. He was continuously whipped and cursed at to go faster even though Beauty was going as fast as he could. One part of the road had had fresh stones put down and was sharp and uneven. No horse could go over that without caution, but Beauty was forced to go at full speed without his shoe. His hoof was soon split and very badly cut. Eventually his knees gave out under him and Ruben was thrown to the ground. Beauty painfully got up and stood on a smooth part of the road waiting for someone to come along. Ruben did not rise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112123768211430665?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112123768211430665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112123768211430665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112123768211430665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112123768211430665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/ruben-smith-ch25-q5.html' title='Ruben Smith (Ch25 / Q5)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112113557710510071</id><published>2005-07-11T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:32:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady Anne, or a Runaway Horse ( Ch24 / Q23)</title><content type='html'>This character is like the character in the movie Spirit because both the Lady Anne and Spirit are overconfident about their abilities. In this chapter Lord W__ and some of his family are going on a trip. They are leaving some of the horses behind, Beauty and Ginger included. The Lady Anne chooses Beauty as her favorite horse. One man that always rides with her, by the name of Blantyre, always rode as mare named Lizzie, who was a very nervous horse. One day Lady Anne ordered the saddles switched. That was a big mistake Lizzie was startled by some young colts and galloped away with Lady Anne still on. Eventually Lady Anne fell off and almost died. I am glad she was O.K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112113557710510071?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112113557710510071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112113557710510071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112113557710510071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112113557710510071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/lady-anne-or-runaway-horse-ch24-q23.html' title='The Lady Anne, or a Runaway Horse ( Ch24 / Q23)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112104787130596549</id><published>2005-07-10T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:11:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strike for Liberty (Ch 23 / Q14)</title><content type='html'>I predict that something is going to happen soon and Beauty is going to be sold because no horse can keep their temper down against the check-rein forever. In this chapter Ginger finally snaps. Even tough the check-rein seemed to not be going any higher the Lady still wants it higher. It was tightened till it was almost unbearable. But Ginger can't take it and goes wild hitting Beauty in the process. Two bad things happened from that incident. One for the Lady and one for Beauty. The Lady was unable to get to her party and Beauty had to get a new partner. Personally I am more concerned about Beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112104787130596549?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112104787130596549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112104787130596549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112104787130596549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112104787130596549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/strike-for-liberty-ch-23-q14.html' title='A Strike for Liberty (Ch 23 / Q14)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112084720356558447</id><published>2005-07-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:26:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earlshall (Ch22 / Q3)</title><content type='html'>I really dislike the idea that check-reins make a horse look fancy because it makes the horse more tired and shortens their life. In this chapter Beauty is introduced to one of the worst things for horses, the check-rein. The check-rein makes a horse weak and more susceptible to diseases, in other words shortening their life. If I owned a horse, even in those days, I would hate to see any horse treated this way. Wouldn't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112084720356558447?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112084720356558447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112084720356558447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112084720356558447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112084720356558447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/earlshall-ch22-q3.html' title='Earlshall (Ch22 / Q3)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112049615068645150</id><published>2005-07-04T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:55:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parting (Ch 21 / Q5)</title><content type='html'>This chapter is very realistic because it is true that if a family moves away from an estate no one in the community is likely to have the money to run it so everyone there suffers. In this chapter the unthinkable happens. The Gordon family is moving away and all the animals are to be sold. This means that the people that work there have to find new jobs and the horses are going to separated from there friends. Beauty and Ginger are sold to the Squire's friend the Earl of W__ and Merrylegs is given to the Vicar on the condition that he is never to be sold so he is well off. It would be wonderful if Beauty and Ginger find masters that contribute to there growing personalities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112049615068645150?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112049615068645150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112049615068645150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112049615068645150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112049615068645150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/07/parting-ch-21-q5.html' title='The Parting (Ch 21 / Q5)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112016335658928292</id><published>2005-06-30T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:29:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Green (Ch20 / Q15)</title><content type='html'>In this chapter, I think that the author is trying to tell us that you should always do something if anyone is being mistreated because if everyone just walked by without doing anything someone could get hurt. In this chapter Joe becomes tike a man. He helps some horses from being flogged to death. If he hadn't helped those horses may hay met a messy end. Also Joe's evidence might give that man two or three months in prison. Just goes to show you that you should always, even if not wanted, help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112016335658928292?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112016335658928292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112016335658928292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112016335658928292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112016335658928292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/joe-green-ch20-q15.html' title='Joe Green (Ch20 / Q15)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112001850414097287</id><published>2005-06-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:15:04.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Ignorance (Ch19 / Q3)</title><content type='html'>I really like the idea that ignorance is almost as bad as wickedness because wickedness is doing bad with the intent of doing it while ignorance is doing bad with out the intent. Both are still bad. I really dislike the idea that ignorance is almost as bad as wickedness because sometimes there isn't enough time to find out what you need and other times it is an accident. In this chapter John and Joe Green's dad are talking about ignorance. Joe's dad wants John to tell Joe that he is doing an ok job. John tells him that he is worried about Beauty and will try to get a good word to him. Joe's dad is relived that it was only ignorance. John makes him understand that it is not ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112001850414097287?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112001850414097287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112001850414097287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112001850414097287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112001850414097287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-ignorance-ch19-q3.html' title='Only Ignorance (Ch19 / Q3)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-112408137111378636</id><published>2005-06-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:49:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going For the Doctor ( Ch18 / Q21)</title><content type='html'>If I could be a character in this book, I would be Black Beauty because he is loyal and kind, and always wants what's best for his master. In this chapter something terrible is happening.  The mistress is very ill.  Beauty was fast asleep when John came and woke him up.  He told Beauty about the mistress and they galloped into town.  Beauty ran like he never ran before.  There with John and back with the doctor.  Luckily the doctor got there in time to save the mistress.  But just barely.  Unluckily, Joe was the one who set him down for the night.  Joe didn't know what to do.  By the time John got home Beauty was sick.  I hope he gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-112408137111378636?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/112408137111378636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=112408137111378636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112408137111378636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/112408137111378636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/going-for-doctor-ch18-q21.html' title='Going For the Doctor ( Ch18 / Q21)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111948753837241758</id><published>2005-06-22T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:45:38.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Manly's Talk (Ch17 / Q26)</title><content type='html'>John Manly's Talk (Ch17 / Q26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation in this chapter reminds me of a similar situation in my life when my friend Erik went to a different school. At first it was hard to get used to it. But it didn't last long because I still get to see him. The similarity between Erik's and James' situation is that they are both moving away from the familiar. The difference is that it is a lot harder for Beauty to see James than it is for me to see Erik. I am happy that Erik left because the other kids teased him. But I still miss not being able to see him at lunch. Also he is very happy at his new school so I have few worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111948753837241758?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111948753837241758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111948753837241758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111948753837241758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111948753837241758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/john-manlys-talk-ch17-q26.html' title='John Manly&apos;s Talk (Ch17 / Q26)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111940819600329885</id><published>2005-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:43:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire (Ch16 / Q9)</title><content type='html'>The character I respect most is James because if it weren't for him Beauty and Ginger probably would have died in the fire. Despite James and the other men's courage two horses still lay in the ruble of the stables. It all started when one man came into the stables with a lighted pipe. Another man told him to throw down some hay but to put down his pipe first. Stubbornly he didn't listen. Not realizing the danger he, left his pipe in the hay loft. Disaster was bound to happen. During the night it happened. First it was just some smoke that woke the horses up. Then terror broke out in the horse's minds. Then James burst in and got Beauty outside. Then he went back for Ginger. The stable hands were able to get most of the horses out except for two. Maybe they are in a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111940819600329885?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111940819600329885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111940819600329885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111940819600329885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111940819600329885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/fire-ch16-q9.html' title='The Fire (Ch16 / Q9)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111940645209011366</id><published>2005-06-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:14:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Howard (Ch14 / Q6)</title><content type='html'>This chapter made me think about working hard for something you really want to do because James has to work hard to learn how to drive a carriage because he wants to get a job from Squire Gordon's brother-in-law. In this chapter James has been offered a job and has to work as hard as he can to get the job. He goes out in the carriage as much as possible to perfect his skills as a carriage driver. Under the guiding hand of James, Beauty and Ginger hurriedly traversed the loud and narrow streets of the city. James is pretty good at carriage driving. I hope he gets the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111940645209011366?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111940645209011366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111940645209011366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111940645209011366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111940645209011366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/james-howard-ch14-q6.html' title='James Howard (Ch14 / Q6)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111914761732042195</id><published>2005-06-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:20:17.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil's Trademark (Ch13 / Q28)</title><content type='html'>A quote that expresses the theme that cruelty is wrong is, "...he said that cruelty is the Devil's own trademark...," because if you are being cruel you won't get very far in life. In this chapter there was a boy who was trying too make a pony jump over a gate that was to high for him. Finally the pony just tipped him into a thorn bush and his father taught him a lesson. Hopefully he will make a better decision next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111914761732042195?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111914761732042195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111914761732042195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111914761732042195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111914761732042195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/devils-trademark-ch13-q28.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Trademark (Ch13 / Q28)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111905061466856254</id><published>2005-06-17T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:23:34.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stormy Day (Ch12 / Q10)</title><content type='html'>If I were Squire Gordon at this part of the story I wound give Beauty the rest of the week off. This is because if it weren't for Beauty he, John, and Beauty would probably all be dead. It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was blowing fiercely. The trees were moaning under the furry of the wind. The river was swelling under the continuous downpour of the rain. And the water's humongous force caused the bridge to crack and strain. Until it became too much. The Squire and John wanted to go on but Beauty didn't move. It saved their lives. Beauty deserves the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111905061466856254?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111905061466856254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111905061466856254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111905061466856254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111905061466856254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/stormy-day-ch12-q10.html' title='A Stormy Day (Ch12 / Q10)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111878859868482850</id><published>2005-06-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:36:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Speaking (Ch11 / Q8)</title><content type='html'>I like the character Squire Gordon because he dislikes bad treatment of anyone or anything. He and the mistress always have something to say when they see someone being mistreated. Once when the Squire was riding Beauty they saw a man tormenting a little pony because he turned in the wrong direction. The Squire put a stop to that. Then he told someone off for using check-reins on his horses. Yes. You can always count on Squire Gordon to stop the mistreating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111878859868482850?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111878859868482850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111878859868482850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111878859868482850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111878859868482850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/plain-speaking-ch11-q8.html' title='Plain Speaking (Ch11 / Q8)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111870814672706046</id><published>2005-06-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:33:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk in the Orchard (Ch10 / Q 4)</title><content type='html'>The setting is important in this chapter because it is almost the exact opposite of the mood. It was bright and sunny and the horses were on holiday but they were talking about some of the dreadful things men had done. One horse had had his tail taken away. Then a horse's friend's puppies were taken away and had pieces of their ears, noses, and tails cut away. And it was all for fashion. Also there were some horrible accidents that had come about because of blinkers on the horses. Two horses had drowned and one badly injured. All for fashion. Yes. All for fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111870814672706046?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111870814672706046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111870814672706046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111870814672706046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111870814672706046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/talk-in-orchard-ch10-q-4.html' title='A Talk in the Orchard (Ch10 / Q 4)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111844503508712951</id><published>2005-06-10T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:10:35.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merrylegs (Ch9 / Q15)</title><content type='html'>In this chapter, I think the author is trying to tell us that we should be thoughtful of other people's and creature's feelings because like Merrylegs almost all living things have feelings and get tired so you should always be considerate. In this chapter Merrylegs gives the little boys a run for their money. Merrylegs had been giving the little girls a ride and it was the boy's turn. But they didn't realize that Merrylegs had feelings or got tired so they made him go faster and faster. Finally Merrylegs had had enough and tipped them off backwards. Just goes to show you that you should never under estimate anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111844503508712951?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111844503508712951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111844503508712951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111844503508712951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111844503508712951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/merrylegs-ch9-q15.html' title='Merrylegs (Ch9 / Q15)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111825923800393936</id><published>2005-06-08T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:33:58.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger's Story Continues (Ch8 / Q29)</title><content type='html'>A quote that contains a special image or figure of speech in this chapter is, "...'tis 'the Birtwick horse balls, she'll be as good as Black Beauty by and by...", because it is John's little joke about how to turn a horse good. The Birtwick horse-balls are patience and gentleness, firmness and petting; one pound of each to be mixed with a pint of common-sense, and given to the horse every day. In this chapter Ginger tells Beauty the rest of her story. Ginger's first was with a man that only cared about a stylish turnout. Also Ginger had to use a checkrein, which forces her to hold her head up. She never ever got even a kind word form that master. Finally it became to much and she was sold. Luckily things got better after that because now she is experiencing the Birtwick horse-balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111825923800393936?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111825923800393936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111825923800393936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111825923800393936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111825923800393936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/gingers-story-continues-ch8-q29.html' title='Ginger&apos;s Story Continues (Ch8 / Q29)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111809185132905986</id><published>2005-06-06T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:04:11.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger ( Ch7 / Q30)</title><content type='html'>The character Ginger reveled something new about herself when she said, "Well, if I had had your bringing up, I might have had as good a temper as you, but now I don't believe I ever shall." She revealed the reasons that she had such a bad temper. Ginger had had a very bad life. First she was taken away from her mother as soon as she was weaned and put with a lot of other colts. Then boys through rocks at them to make them gallop. After that she was forced o be broken in by one person holding her mouth open while another forced the bit and halter into her mouth. Even worse, she was almost torn apart by a horrible master that wanted her to do everything he wanted. Finally, Ginger came to Birtwick Park. For the best I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111809185132905986?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111809185132905986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111809185132905986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111809185132905986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111809185132905986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/ginger-ch7-q30.html' title='Ginger ( Ch7 / Q30)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111809171254706776</id><published>2005-06-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:03:11.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty ( Ch6 / Q9)</title><content type='html'>The character I most respect is Beauty because he is nice, trustful, and good tempered. In this chapter Beauty expresses something that he misses the most, his liberty. He went from an open field to a stable were he hast to almost always stand up. Even though he is in a wonderful place he still misses a place where he can run, role over, and jump for joy. A place where the grass is green, the wind is blowing, and he can frolic with other horses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111809171254706776?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111809171254706776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111809171254706776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111809171254706776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111809171254706776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/liberty-ch6-q9.html' title='Liberty ( Ch6 / Q9)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111799025458868215</id><published>2005-06-05T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:50:54.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fair Start (Ch5 / Q21)</title><content type='html'>If I could be a character in this book, I would be Black Beauty because he is nice, trustful, and good tempered. In this chapter Beauty's new master likes him a lot. He likes his character, like his good temper and his trustfulness. Also he get his name, Black Beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111799025458868215?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111799025458868215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111799025458868215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111799025458868215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111799025458868215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/fair-start-ch5-q21.html' title='A Fair Start (Ch5 / Q21)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111794326401695658</id><published>2005-06-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T20:47:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birtwick Park (Ch4 / Q22)</title><content type='html'>In this chapter, the character Merrylegs reminds me of my grandpa because both are old and know a great deal. Birtwick Park was Beauty's second home. There he met Ginger, Merrylegs, John, and James. Ginger was a snappy horse because of mistreatment from former masters. Merrylegs is a 12 year old pony with a lot of knowledge and told Beauty that there was not a better place for a horse than Birtwick Park. This is because John is the groom and James is his helper and they treat their horses very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111794326401695658?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111794326401695658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111794326401695658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111794326401695658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111794326401695658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/birtwick-park-ch4-q22.html' title='Birtwick Park (Ch4 / Q22)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111777087747511297</id><published>2005-06-02T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:54:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Breaking In (Ch 3 / Q27)</title><content type='html'>An important quote from this chapter is, "...but a horse never knows who may buy him, or who may drive him: it is all chance for us...". It is of great importance to the book because Beauty can never decide his master. He goes to many different masters, some good, some not so good. Even some actually mean to him. His first master was a kind and gentle man, he tried to make Beauty's breaking as easy as possible. He almost always with him and prepared him for the hardships of life. He especially prepared him for the overwhelming sounds that surround a working horse by putting him in a field next to railroad tracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111777087747511297?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111777087747511297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111777087747511297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111777087747511297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111777087747511297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-breaking-in-ch-3-q27.html' title='My Breaking In (Ch 3 / Q27)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111777081510875514</id><published>2005-06-02T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:53:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt (Ch 2 / Q16)</title><content type='html'>Three images that struck me in this chapter are the huntsmen chasing the rabbit, the horse being shot, and the long line of black carriages. This was not a very happy chapter. First the little rabbit is almost torn apart by dogs at the end of the chase. Then a horse that Beauty's mom knows is shot. After that someone's son dies of a broken neck and a line of black carriages goes to his funeral. A very sad chapter indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111777081510875514?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111777081510875514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111777081510875514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111777081510875514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111777081510875514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/hunt-ch-2-q16.html' title='The Hunt (Ch 2 / Q16)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111775209621604064</id><published>2005-06-02T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:41:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Early Home (Ch 1 / Q8)</title><content type='html'>I dislike the character Dick because he torments the colts by throwing sticks and stones at them.  In contrast to this, Black Beauty still had a very nice home and an even nicer master.  Black Beauty and his mother were their master's favorites.  Luckily, Dick was caught at his game and fired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111775209621604064?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111775209621604064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111775209621604064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111775209621604064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111775209621604064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-early-home-ch-1-q8.html' title='My Early Home (Ch 1 / Q8)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13373335.post-111775204239438425</id><published>2005-06-02T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:58:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO BEAUTY'S READIN LOG</title><content type='html'>This blog is my summer reading journal for my pre-AP English class.  They require a chapter by chapter journal.  This year's book is Black Beauty by Anna Sewell.  My teachers provided a list of reader response lead-ins that we must use to start the topic of that journal entry for that chapter.  I hope that you enjoy my logs and maybe you will read Black Beauty too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13373335-111775204239438425?l=blackbeautylog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/feeds/111775204239438425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13373335&amp;postID=111775204239438425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111775204239438425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13373335/posts/default/111775204239438425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackbeautylog.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome-to-beautys-readin-log.html' title='WELCOME TO BEAUTY&apos;S READIN LOG'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726080698595142855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eWV7nkNbns/TVdG76N73HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cFVkvCpIdSU/s220/ElizabethBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
