The Black Stallion

The Black Stallion

Walter Farley

Language: English

Pages: 187

ISBN: 0679813438

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


First published in 1941, Walter Farley's best-selling novel for young readers is the triumphant tale of a boy and a wild horse. From Alec Ramsay and the Black's first meeting on an ill-fated ship to their adventures on a desert island and their eventual rescue, this beloved story will hold the rapt attention of readers new and old.

This book has been selected as a Common Core State Standards Text Exemplar (Grades 4-5, Stories) in Appendix B.

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marks of speed and endurance. That night Alec made his customary trip to the stall, his pockets filled with lumps of sugar. The night was hot and still; heavy clouds blacked out the stars; in the distance long streaks of lightning raced through the sky. The Black had his head out the window. Again he was looking out to sea, his nostrils quivering more than ever. He turned, whistled as he saw the boy, then again faced the water. Alec felt elated—it was the first time that the stallion hadn’t

“Quite a story, son.” Then he turned to Henry. “How do you know he’s registered anywhere?” he asked. “You know as well as I do he can’t run in any of the race meetings without bein’ registered.” “Yeah, I know,” Henry answered. “We’re hoping he’s listed in the Arabian Stud Book. I’ve been writing to them but they haven’t answered—guess they can’t find anything!” Jake looked at the Black. “That horse was born wild, Henry. If I’m any judge—you’ll never find him registered.” “I’m afraid you’re

pushed his head in the open window near Henry. “Made it,” he said. “Where do we go from here?” “Hold tight, my friend. You’ll find out,” Henry said. Five minutes later they came to a stop beside the track. Henry and Alec climbed out. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood beside Joe; his hat was shoved back off his forehead and Alec saw long streaks of gray running through his black hair. Somehow Jim Neville looked just as Alec had imagined he would. Joe introduced them. After the introductions,

noise and the ride’s made him kinda nervous, Henry,” he said. “Yeah, we’ll have to watch him. Wouldn’t want him to get too excited just before the race.” A few minutes later Jim returned. “Our car’s down at the end,” he said. Henry put the truck in gear and moved in and out of the crowded yards. Jim pointed to a car. “That’s the one.” “I can back right up to the door,” Henry said as he turned the wheel. “He’ll hardly know he’s getting into it.” When Henry brought the van to a stop, Jim and

spring. He piled it up and was surprised to see how much he had gathered. He looked for a long, heavy piece and found one that suited his purpose. He pulled it toward two adjoining scrub trees and hoisted it between the two crotches. Suddenly his arms shook and he stopped. Painted on the gray board was the name DRAKE—it had been part of one of the lifeboats! Alec stood still a moment, then grimly he fixed the plank securely in place. Next he leaned the remaining pieces of wood on each side of

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