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'Ride for your life...'

This artwork as a painting of 'Ride for your life...' by the rodeo King of the Ropers and western artist William MacLeod.

First, the illustration of originally of John Manly (the coachman) getting ready to mount on Black Beauty to get ready to get the doctor as this was originally an artwork or an illustration as if by some illustrator or some artist from the image of "Going for the Doctor" (the book of that was originally "Black Beauty Giant Coloring Book" that was published originally in the paperback edition on January 1, 2004, as if originally by Modern Publishing).

I scanned and had photocopied the illustration and artwork from the chapter of the book and I decided to paint this amazing image of the chapter of John and Beauty just about ready to get the doctor (as if it were the only perfect illustration for the color frontispiece by the title page, as if also in the spirit of probably some illustrator as if for Children's Classics, Australia Book as if around probably 1946, as if to be the annotated edition as if it were mostly just perfect for mostly the paperback edition that was published by Dover Publications on June 23, 1999).

When I was painting this portrait and image of 'Ride for your life...' , I was painting this image very slowly for approximately of mostly two days in May of 2021 as if to just get the highlights and colors just right to make it look realistic for the frontispiece by the title page and maybe also for the front cover of a book, if it were in paperback or softcover, as if it were perfect for a paperback book, as well, too.

In this painting, it show that one night, a few days after James (the stableboy) had left, Black Beauty (the horse) had eaten his hay and was lying down in his straw fast asleep, when Beauty was suddenly roused by the stable bell ringing very loud. Beauty had heard the door of William's (a. k. a. John's) house open, and his feet running up to the hall. William was back again in no time; unlocked the stable door, and came in, calling out, "Wake up, Beauty! You must go well now, if ever you did;" and that right there, in the painting and illustration as you can see is that almost before Beauty could think William had got the saddle on the horse's back and the bridle on the horse's head, then William just ran round for his coat, and then took Beauty at a quick trot up to the hall door. Then, the squire stood there, with a lamp in his hand.

Right there, in the painting and illustration as you can see right there, "Now, William," Squire Gordon had said, "ride for your life—that is, for your mistress' life; there is not a moment to lose. Give this note to Dr. White; give your horse a rest at the inn, and be back as soon as you can."

William had said, "Yes, sir," and was on Beauty's back in a minute as you can see and notice right there. The gardener who lived at the lodge had heard the bell ring, and was ready with the gate open, and away Beauty and William had went through the park, and through the village, and down the hill till they came to the toll-gate. William had called very loud and thumped upon the door; the man was soon out and flung open the gate. "Now," said William, "do you keep the gate open for the doctor; here's the money," and off he went again.

Then there was before us a long piece of level road by the river side; William had then said, "Now, Beauty, do your best," and so beauty did; Beauty had wanted no whip nor spur, and for two miles Beauty had galloped as fast as he could lay his feet to the ground; Beauty don't believe that his old grandfather, who won the race at Newmarket, could have gone faster. When they then came to the bridge William had  pulled Beauty up a little and patted the horse's neck. "Well done, Beauty! good old fellow," William had said. William would have let Beauty go slower, but Beauty's spirit was up, and Black Beauty was off again as fast as before.

The air was frosty, the moon was bright; it was very pleasant. They horse and rider had come through a village, then through a dark wood, then uphill, then downhill, till after eight miles' run they both came to the town, through the streets and into the market-place. It was all quite still except the clatter of Beauty's feet on the stones—everybody was asleep. The church clock struck three as they both drew up at Dr. White's door. William then rang the bell twice, and then knocked at the door like thunder. A window was thrown up, and Dr. White, in his nightcap, put his head out and said, "What do you want?" "Mrs. Gordon is very ill, sir; master wants you to go at once; he thinks she will die if you cannot get there. Here is a note."

"Wait," the doctor said, "I will come." The doctor then shut the window, and was soon at the door. "The worst of it is," the doctor had said, "that my horse has been out all day and is quite done up; my son has just been sent for, and he has taken the other. What is to be done? Can I have your horse?"

"He has come at a gallop nearly all the way, sir, and I was to give him a rest here; but I think my master would not be against it, if you think fit, sir." "All right," he said; "I will soon be ready."

William stood by Beauty and stroked his neck; Beauty was very hot. The doctor came out with his riding-whip. "You need not take that, sir," said William; "Black Beauty will go till he drops. Take care of him, sir, if you can; I should not like any harm to come to him." "No, no, William," said the doctor, "I hope not," and in a minute we had left William far behind. Beauty will not tell about their way back. The doctor was a heavier man than William, and not so good a rider; however, Beauty did his very best. The man at the toll-gate had it open. When they also came to the hill the doctor drew Beauty up. "Now, my good fellow," the doctor had said, "take some breath." Beauty was glad the doctor did, for Beauty was nearly spent, but that breathing helped the horse on, and soon they were in the park. Joe (the stableboy was at the lodge gate; Beauty's master was at the hall door, for the master had heard us coming. He spoke not a word; the doctor went into the house with the Squire, and Joe led Beauty to the stable.

One of the most celebrated animal stories of all time, Black Beuaty is the suspenseful and deeply moving account of a horse's experiences at the hands of many owners—some, sensetive riders who treated him gently; other, cruel drivers who thoughtlessly inficted lasting damge.

Written as the animal's autobiography, and as an appeal for the humane treatment of horses, Anna Sewell's beloved classic reveals as much about human conduct and the social ills of the time as it does about the treatment of animals. Scenes from the lives of both the landed gentry and the impoverished working class offer a subtle but well-rounded perspective of social condition in England during the late nineteenth century. Animal lovers of all ages will cherish this memorable story.

When I was painting this image turning John Manly the coachman into me (myself), I like to think that when I was painting this whole image, I was thinking of the actor Jim Carter as John Manly in the 1994 film version and movie of "Black Beauty" by Warner Brothers.

When I was painting this image it really hows that one night after James left, William (a. k. a. John) took me to go for the doctor for our mistress.