Buying a Horse — Context and Discussion

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Howells, William Dean, 1837-1920 Project Gutenberg 2007 Not confirmed
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William Dean Howells's comic short story follows a man's increasingly absurd quest to buy a family horse, capturing the social comedy, baffling jargon, and emotional toll of a transaction that proves far more complex than expected.
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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 the qualities commended by the professor, but they had many others which the dealers praised. These persons were not discouraged when he refused to buy, but cheerfully returned the next day with others differently ruinous. They were men of a spirit more obliging than my friend has found in other walks. One of them, who paid him a prefatory visit in his library, in five minutes augmented from six to seven hundred and fifty pounds the weight of a pony-horse, which he wished to sell. ("What you want," said the Chevaliers, "is a pony-horse," and my friend, gratefully catching at the phrase, had gone about saying he wanted a pony-horse. After that, hulking brutes of from eleven to thirteen hundred pounds were every day brought to him as pony-horses.) The same dealer came another day with a mustang, in whom was no fault, and who had every appearance of speed, but who was only marking time as it is called in military drill, I believe, when he seemed to be getting swiftly over the ground; he showed a sociable preference for the curbstone in turning corners, and was condemned, to be replaced the next evening by a pony-horse that a child might ride or drive, and that especially would not shy. Upon experiment, he shied half across the road, and the fact was reported to the dealer. He smiled compassionately. "What did he shy _at_?"

"Well! I never see the hoss _yet_ that _wouldn't_ shy at a wheelbarrow."

My friend owned that a wheelbarrow was of an alarming presence, but he had his reserves respecting the self-control and intelligence of this pony-horse. The dealer amiably withdrew him, and said that he would bring next day a horse--if he could get the owner to part with a family pet--that _would_ suit; but upon investigation it appeared that this treasure was what is called a calico-horse, and my friend, who was without the ambition to figure in the popular eye as a stray circus-rider, declined to see him.

William Dean Howells opens Buying a Horse with a deceptively simple premise: "If one has money enough, there seems no reason why one should not go and buy such a horse as he wants." The sentence immediately establishes the narrator's wry, understated tone—a voice that will chronicle the protagonist's mounting frustrations with deadpan precision. The story, told in close third person, follows an unnamed Charlesbridge resident who, moving farther into the country, decides a horse is "very desirable, if not quite necessary." From the first encounter with a professor who "flung himself from his horse's back" to offer advice, the narrative moves through a series of consultations, viewings, and negotiations, each revealing a new layer of horse-trade lore and social awkwardness.

The Comedy of Expertise

The story's humor derives largely from the gap between the protagonist's ignorance and the confident, often contradictory advice he receives. The professor's "few points" include warnings against horses that "show much daylight under him" and those with "narrow foreheads," terms the buyer struggles to remember. Howells renders this exchange with precise, deadpan dialogue: "'What's that?' asked my friend, hearing this phrase for the first time." The professor's casual use of the plural—"I always get my horses"—"abashed my friend," a small detail that signals the buyer's social unease. Later, the Chevaliers, professional dealers, "understood at once what my friend wanted, and said they would look about them," a phrase that proves ominously vague. The narrative accumulates such moments, each a small comic deflation of the buyer's hope for straightforward commerce.

The Rhythm of Disappointment

Howells structures the quest as a series of episodes, each ending in failure or retreat. After the initial optimism, the buyer "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." The parenthetical confession—"This was not true"—is characteristic of the narrator's wry intrusions. The pace quickens as the buyer visits multiple sellers, each with a horse that proves unsuitable: one is too tender-footed, another has "the presence and carriage of a pig." The repetition of hope and disappointment creates a rhythm that mirrors the buyer's growing desperation. Howells varies sentence length to match the mood: short, clipped sentences during moments of decision, longer, more elaborate constructions when the buyer ruminates on his folly.

The Social Cost of a Bad Bargain

The story's most striking passages concern the buyer's humiliation after purchasing Billy, a horse that proves unsound. "All his acquaintance knew that he had bought a horse, and they all seemed now to conspire in asking him how he got on with it." The friends' laughter is described with physical detail: they "smote their persons, and stayed themselves against lamp-posts and house-walls." Howells compares the episode to a local joke about a poet whose chimneys blew down, suggesting the buyer has become a figure of public amusement. The narrative voice here shifts to a rueful, almost philosophical register: "These things are really mysteries; you cannot fathom them; it is idle to try." The buyer's final reflection—that "next to proposing marriage, there was no transaction of life that involved so many delicate and complex relations as buying a horse"—elevates the comic misadventure into a commentary on social intimacy and risk.

Readers should attend to Howells's use of free indirect discourse, which blurs the line between narrator and protagonist, especially in moments of self-justification or regret. The story's structure—a series of failed attempts punctuated by moments of reflection—rewards attention to pacing and repetition. The excerpts do not reveal the final outcome, leaving the buyer still searching, but the narrative's true interest lies not in resolution but in the accumulating absurdity of the quest itself.

There’s something familiar in that frantic hunt for a horse—the way a simple want turns into a fog of opinions, each one louder than the last. I remember feeling that same breathless confusion, and it makes me glad for the older, stranger comfort of a tale like Percival Keene — Story, Setting & Ideas, where the world’s caprice feels less like a battle and more like weather.

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