黑布林Black Beauty黑骏马—期末缺词填空专项训练(含答案)

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My first home was a beautiful meadow with a pond of clear water. There were some large trees near the p

1 ..On one side of the meadow was a field and on the o2 was the house of our master, Farmer Grey.

During the day I ran around the meadow with my mother. At night I lay next to her. When it was h3 we

stood under the trees by the pond. When it was cold we stayed in a w4 shed.

There were six young colts in our meadow. I used to p 5 with them, and had great fun. But one day my mother

whinnied to me and said:

“The colts don't have good m6 . But you are well-bred and are going to grow up gentle and good. Now, r7 , do

your work well and don't bite or kick."

I never forgot my mother's a 8 ' .

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One day before I was two years old, s1 strange happened I was eating grass with the other colts when we

h2the sound of dogs.

"They can smell a hare-," said my mother.

Just then a hare tried to get t3 the fence. We heard a scream, and that was the end of her'.

By the brook' lay two horses and a rider'.

The man's neck is b4 ," said my mother.

The r5 was George Gordon, a tall young man who was Squire' Gordon's only son.

When the vet saw the black horse he shook his head. There was a bang and the horse did not move a6 .

A few days l7 , we heard the church bells. Some men were carrying George Gordon to the churchyard'.

And I knew that a beautiful horse and a young man were d8 , all because of one little hare.

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As I grew b1 , I became handsome. My coat was bright and black, I had one white foot and a pretty

white star on my forehead. When I was four years old Squire Gordon d2 to buy me. Then Farmer Grey

began to break me in.

'Breaking in' means to t3 a horse to wear a saddle and bridle, and to carry a person on his back. He

mustn't speak to other horses, or b4 , or kick, but he must always do what his master says.

I hated w5 a bits in my mouth. It was horrible, like a metal finger between my teeth. The saddle was

not so bad. One morning, my master r6 me round the meadow. I was proud to carry him, and I soon got u7

to it.

But I didn't like the iron shoes. They were very stiff7 and heavy on my feet. But in time I got used to that

t8 .

My mother told me: “There are good men like our master, but there are b9 men too. I hope you have

good masters. But remember, always do your best."

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Early in May a man t1 me to Squire Gordon's home, near the village of Birtwick. My new stable was large

and comfortable There was a little fat grey pony next to me.

"How do you do? What is your name?" I said.

He said, "My name is Merrylegs. I hope you are good-tempered I don't like h2 that bite'."

He looked over at a tall chestnuts horse. In the afternoon, when she went out, Merrylegs told me about her.

"That's Ginger," he said."She bites. One day she bit James, the groom. She says no one was kind to her b3 .

But James and John Manly, our grooms, are very good to us, and Squire Gordon doesn't whip' his horses, so I

think she's going to like it here."

The next morning John took me for a ride. On the way back we m4 the Squire and Mrs Gordon.T he Squire

asked John:"“Well, John, what's the new horse like?"

And John a5 : “Excellent, sir.".

Mrs Gordon said, "He's a beauty. Let's call him Black Beauty."

“Black Beauty?" said the Squire. “Yes, that's a very good n6 ."

A few days later I went out with Ginger, and we got on well And I soon became great f7 with Merrylegs too.

He was a favourite with everyone. The little girls, Jessie and Flora, loved to play with him and their little dog

Frisky.

I was very happy in my new home. Everyone who worked there was kind, I had a c8 stable and good food.

And best of all, we had a day free every Sunday in the summer, when we spent the day in the old orchard.

The grass was soft there, the air was s9 , and we did just what we liked. We galloped, we lay down, we rolled'

on our backs and ate the g10 . And we stood under the large chestnut tree' and told stories.

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One day when Ginger and I were a1 ., we had along talk. I told her about my breaking-in.

"It was different for me," she replied'. "A horrible man called Samson tried to break me in. One morning he gave

me a new kind' of bit. It was very painful', so I k2 . him. Then he got angry and he began to whip me. In the

end I threw him on the g3 .. After that another man broke mein. He was kind and so I soon learned what to

do.

Ginger also told me about her first home.

“A gentleman’ in London b4 . me. We had to wear a short rein', and I hated it. One day I bit the man. He got

a5 . and hit me on the head with a whip. After this a gentleman in the countiy bought me. He was kind, but

his groom was like Samson. He u6 . to hit me, so I bit him too. My master s7 . me again and I came

here, not long before you. But I decided that men were my enemies'."

I felt sorry for' Ginger, but as the weeks went on she became more gentle and cheerful.

One day the Squire came and a8 . her: How are things with you, Ginger?" And she put her nose up to him to

be friendly. While I lived at Birtwick I was proud and happy to be in such a good home. E9 . loved the

Squire and Mrs Gordon. They were kind to everybody and everything, to people as well as h10 ., dogs and

cats, cows and birds.

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One day in autumn Squire Gordon went on a long j1 .. John went with him and I pulled the cart'. The w2 .

was rainy and windy, but we travelled happily until we came to the old wooden bridge.

The man at the tollgate? told us the river was rising' fast. “There's going to be a bad storm tonight," he said.

We arrived in the town, but Squire Gordon's business took a long time. We didn't leave until late afternoon. The

wind was b3 .', making a terrible sound.

Suddenly we heard a crack', and a huge tree fell a4 .the road in front of us. I stopped sill. I was shaking with

fear', but I did not turn round or run away.

"We must go back to the crossroads'," said John, "and drive six miles to the wooden bridge."

When we got there it was nearly dark. There was w5 .on the middle of the bridge, but the Squire did not stop.

As soon as my feet touched the bridge I knew that something was wrong. I stopped dead. "Go on, Beauty," said

the Squire.

"There's something wrong, sir," said John. He got out and tried to lead' me forward. " Come on, Beauty," he said.

But I knew that the bridge was not s6 ..

Just then the man saw us."Hey there! Stop!" he cried.

"“What is it?" shouted the Squire.

“The bridge is b7 . in the middle," he answered."If you go on to it, you are all going to drown in the river."

“Thank God!" said the Squire.“Thank you, Beauty!" said John. We turned around and went along the road by the

river. For a long time no one said anything. Then John said: “Black Beauty s8 . our lives. He knew the

bridge was d9 .."

When we returned home the Squire told Mrs Gordon: “We are all safe, t10 . to Black Beauty!"

That night I had good food to eat and a comfortable bed of straw'. And I was glad', because I was very tired.

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One day the Squire and Mrs Gordon decided to v1 . some friends who lived about forty-six miles from our

home, and James drove them.

In the evening we stopped at a big hotel to s2 . the night. We drove into a yard. The stableman brought us into

the stable and two grooms looked after us. One man, Towler, had a pipe' in his mouth.

"Towler," the stableman said. "Get some hay for these horses. Put your pipe down first!"

“All right," said Towler. He got the h3 ., and left.

I didn't know what time it was, but I w4 . up in the middle of the night. I felt very uncomfortable'. Ginger was

coughing. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything, but the stable was full of smoke', and it was h5 .to

breathe'.

I heard a strange n6 .. I did not know what the noise was, but I was very frightened'.

At last I heard steps outside, and the stableman came in with a light. He tried to lead the horses out but they were

very f7. . Eventually he came to me next and tried to drag me out. I didn't want to go. In the end, he tried us

all and then left the stable.

Maybe we were foolish', but we knew we were in d8 . and we did not trust the s9 . of

"Fire!" coming from outside. There was; I looked up and I saw a red light dancing on the wall. Then terrible

roaring' noise.

Next I heard James' v10 ., calm and cheerful, “Come my beauties, wake up' and come with me," he said. He

tied his scarf over my eyes, and led me out of the stable, and out of danger. Then he ran back inside. I gave a

whinny as I saw him go. Ginger told me later that she heard my whinny and it gave her the courage to come

out.

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I heard a crash in the stable, then I s1 . James with Ginger; she was coughing and he was not able to speak

We got out as q2 . as possible, then Squire Gordon took us all to a large hotel on the other side of town.

But Ginger and I knew that two horses b3 . to death in the stable - it was terrible! We felt very sad.

The next morning James heard that Dick Towler was responsible for the fire. The night before, a man saw him in

the stable with a pipe in his m4 . At Birtwick Park the rule was “No pipes in the stable". And it was a very

good r5 ..

We returned home and were glad to be in our own stable again. But we were sad b6 . James had a new job, and

he was leaving soon. One morning James asked John:

"Who is going to take my p7 .here when I leave?" "Little Joe Green," said John.

"Little Joe Green! Why, he's a c8 .!"

"He is fourteen and a half," said John.“But he is a good w9 ., and kind, too."

At last the day came for James to leave us. He looked very sad. "Cheer up', James," said John.“You're going to

make lots of new f10 .in your new job."

But we were all very sad to say goodbye to James.

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One night, John came into the stable, c1 .. Wake up Beauty!"

He put my saddle and bridle on and rode up to the front door of the house. The Squire was there.

"John," he said, "Mrs Gordon is very ill. Ride to the doctor's and give him this note."

"Now, Beauty, do your best," said John .I went as fast as p2 ..

When we a3 . at Dr White's house, John told him:

“Mrs Gordon is very ill. Squire Gordon thinks she is going to die. Please go to her immediately.'“Yes," said the

d4 ., “but my son has my horse. Can I have yours?" he asked.

The doctor was h5 . than John and not such a good rider. But I did my very best and went as fast as possible.

When we got to Birtwick Park, Squire Gordon was at the door. The doctor went into the house with him, and Joe

led me to the stable. I was glad to be home. My legs were shaking, and I was very wet. Joe was young and he

f6 .to put a warm blanket on me. Then he gave me c7 . water to drink.. Soon all my body began to

shake, and I felt very cold. A long time later John came back. He covered me with two or three warm

blankets, and ran to the house for some hot water. He gave me some warm food., and then I think I went to

sleep.

Over and over again, John said to himself: "Stupid boy! S8 . boy!"

I was now very sick, and John was nursing me night and day. The Squire came to see me.“Poor Beauty," he said

one day “You saved Mrs Gordon's life."

john said ,"Black Beauty went so fast. he seemed to know what Was wrong."

But after that I was i9 .for a long time, and I thought I was going to die. One night Thomas Green, Joe's

father, came in to help John.

He told John: “Joe is very upset' about Black Beauty. He knows it was all his fault. He is young, he is not a

bad boy."

John said slowly, “I know he's not a bad boy. But you see, that horse is very s10 . to us all But don't

worry, I think Beauty is going to get better."

And sure enough, in the morning I was much better.

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I lived happily at Birtwick Park for three years, but one day everything c1 .. The Gordons had to go

away, as Mrs Gordon was ill and the doctor said she must l2 .England and go to live in a warm country for

two or three years. Everybody was sad to h3 . this.

The Squire s4 . Ginger and I to his old friend who lived a Earlshall Park, and he gave Merrylegs to the

vicar'.

And so our last day came. Ginger and I brought the carriage' up to the front door for the l5 . time. The

Squire carried Mrs Gordon to the carriage. All the servants’ were crying.

“Goodbye, again," said the Squire."We are never going to f6 . you."

When we r7 . the railway station Mrs Gordon said: “Goodbye, John. God bless you."

When the train left, John said s8 .:

"We are never going to see Mrs Gordon again," and we drove slowly home.

But it was not our h9 .now.

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The next morning, John took Ginger and I to Earlshall Park. John h1 .to be next to each other.

John said to Mr York, "These horses like a long rein.

But Mr York r2 ., "Here we use a short rein. My lady wants he horses to hold their heads high."

John came to pat and speak to us for the last time. His voice was very s3. .

I put my face up to him to say goodbye, and then he l4 ..

At three o'clock in the afternoon Mr York took us round to the front of the house. It was very grand' Soon the

lady of the house came and looked at us. She said nothing, and got into the carriage. This was the f5 . time I

wore a short rein. And it was very u6 ..

The next day the lady said, “York, you must put those horses' heads higher."

That day we had to go up a huge hill. I tried to pull the carriage along, but I had to pull with my head up. It

was hard and it hurt my back and legs.

After that our reins got shorter and shorter every day. I hated it. And things got w7 . after that.

One dav Mr York fixed the rein very tight'. It was t8 ., Ginge didn't like it at all. She reared up. York hit

his nose and hi hat fell off. She reared again, and kicked. Then she fell down, kicking me too. I stood, angry,

with a sore' leg, my head still high. I was very miserable'.

They didn't put Ginger into the carriage again But one of the Lord's sons wanted to use her for hunting. As

for me, I had a new partner c9 . Max. But I had to wear that short rein for four long months. When I

finished work my neck and chest hurt, my mouth and tongue' were sore, and I felt tired and sad.

In my old home Birtwick Park I always felt that John and Squire Gordon were my friends, but here, I had no

f10 .at all.