HORSES AND MEN ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------- OTHER BOOKS BY SHERWOOD ANDERSON ---------------------------- WINDY MCPHERSON’S SON, A novel MARCHING MEN, A novel MID-AMERICAN CHANTS, Chants WINESBURG, OHIO, A book of tales POOR WHITE, A novel THE TRIUMPH OF THE EGG, A book of tales MANY MARRIAGES, A novel ---------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ HORSES AND MEN Tales, long and short, from our American life BY SHERWOOD ANDERSON [Illustration] NEW YORK B. W. HUEBSCH, INC. MCMXXIII ------------------------------------------------------------------------ COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY B. W. HUEBSCH, INC. --- PRINTED IN U.S.A. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TO THEODORE DREISER In whose presence I have sometimes had the same refreshed feeling as when in the presence of a thoroughbred horse. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some of the tales in this book have been printed in The Little Review, The New Republic, The Century, Harper’s, The Dial, The London Mercury and Vanity Fair, to which magazines the author makes due acknowledgment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FOREWORD Did you ever have a notion of this kind—there is an orange, or say an apple, lying on a table before you. You put out your hand to take it. Perhaps you eat it, make it a part of your physical life. Have you touched? Have you eaten? That’s what I wonder about. The whole subject is only important to me because I want the apple. What subtle flavors are concealed in it—how does it taste, smell, feel? Heavens, man, the way the apple feels in the hand is something—isn’t it? For a long time I thought only of eating the apple. Then later its fragrance became something of importance too. The fragrance stole out through my room, through a window and into the streets. It made itself a part of all the smells of the streets. The devil!—in Chicago or Pittsburgh, Youngstown or Cleveland it would have had a rough time. That doesn’t matter.