Buying a Horse, by William Dean 
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Author: William Dean Howells 
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BUYING A HORSE
BY WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS 
 
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 
The Riverside Press Cambridge 1916 
COPYRIGHT, 1879 BY HOUGHTON, OSGOOD & CO. 
COPYRIGHT, 1916 BY HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 
 
BUYING A HORSE 
If one has money enough, there seems no reason why one should not go 
and buy such a horse as he wants. This is the commonly accepted 
theory, on which the whole commerce in horses is founded, and on 
which my friend proceeded. 
He was about removing from Charlesbridge, where he had lived many 
happy years without a horse, farther into the country, where there were 
charming drives and inconvenient distances, and where a horse would 
be very desirable, if not quite necessary. But as a horse seemed at first 
an extravagant if not sinful desire, he began by talking vaguely round, 
and rather hinting than declaring that he thought somewhat of buying. 
The professor to whom he first intimated his purpose flung himself 
from his horse's back to the grassy border of the sidewalk where my 
friend stood, and said he would give him a few points. "In the first 
place don't buy a horse that shows much daylight under him, unless you 
buy a horse-doctor with him; get a short-legged horse; and he ought to 
be short and thick in the barrel,"--or words to that effect. "Don't get a 
horse with a narrow forehead: there are horse-fools as well as the other 
kind, and you want a horse with room for brains. And look out that he's 
all right forward." 
"What's that?" asked my friend, hearing this phrase for the first time.
"That he isn't tender in his fore-feet,--that the hoof isn't contracted," 
said the professor, pointing out the well-planted foot of his own animal. 
"What ought I to pay for a horse?" pursued my friend, struggling to fix 
the points given by the professor in a mind hitherto unused to points of 
the kind. 
"Well, horses are cheap, now; and you ought to get a fair family 
horse--You want a family horse?" 
"Yes." 
"Something you can ride and drive both? Something your children can 
drive?" 
"Yes, yes." 
"Well, you ought to get such a horse as that for a hundred and 
twenty-five dollars." 
This was the figure my friend had thought of; he drew a breath of relief. 
"Where did you buy your horse?" 
"Oh, I always get my horses"--the plural abashed my friend--"at the 
Chevaliers'. If you throw yourself on their mercy, they'll treat you well. 
I'll send you a note to them." 
"Do!" cried my friend, as the professor sprang upon his horse, and 
galloped away. 
My friend walked home encouraged; his purpose of buying a horse had 
not seemed so monstrous, at least to this hardened offender. He now 
began to announce it more boldly; he said right and left that he wished 
to buy a horse, but that he would not go above a hundred. This was not 
true, but he wished to act prudently, and to pay a hundred and 
twenty-five only in extremity. He carried the professor's note to the 
Chevaliers', who duly honored it, understood at once what my friend 
wanted, and said they would look out for him. They were sorry he had
not happened in a little sooner,--they had just sold the very horse he 
wanted. I may as well say here that they were not able to find him a 
horse, but that they used him with the strictest honor, and that short of 
supplying his want they were perfect. 
In the mean time the irregular dealers began to descend upon him, as 
well as amateurs to whom he had mentioned his wish for a horse, and 
his premises at certain hours of the morning presented the effect of a 
horse-fair, or say rather a museum of equine bricabrac. At first he 
blushed at the spectacle, but he soon became hardened to it, and liked 
the excitement of driving one horse after another round the block, and 
deciding upon him. To a horse, they had none of    
    
		
	
	
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