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Arrowsmith

By Sinclair Lewis.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Acknowledgments Arrowsmith I I II III II I II III IV V VI III I II III IV V VI VII IV I II III IV V I II III IV V VI VII VI I II III IV V VII I II III IV V VI VIII I II III IV IX I II III X I II III IV V VI XI I II XII I II III IV XIII I II III IV XIV I II XV I II III IV V VI XVI I II III IV V XVII I II III IV V XVIII I II III XIX I II III IV XX I II III IV XXI I II III IV XXII I II III IV V XXIII I II III IV XXIV I II III IV V VI XXV I II III XXVI I II III IV V XXVII I II III IV V VI VII VIII XXVIII I II III XXIX I XXX I II III IV V XXXI I II III XXXII I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX XXXIII I II III IV V VI XXXIV I II III IV V VI VII XXXV I II III IV V VI VII VIII XXXVI I II III IV V VI VII XXXVII I II III IV V VI XXXVIII I II III XXXIX I II III IV V VI XL I II III IV Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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To Dr. Paul H. DeKruif I am indebted not only for most of the bacteriological and medical material in this tale but equally for his help in the planning of the fable itself⁠—for his realization of the characters as living people, for his philosophy as a scientist. With this acknowledgement I want to record our months of companionship while working on the book, in the United States, in the West Indies, in Panama, in London and Fontainebleau. I wish I could reproduce our talks along the way, and the laboratory afternoons, the restaurants at night, and the deck at dawn as we steamed into tropic ports.

Sinclair Lewis

Arrowsmith I I

The driver of the wagon swaying through forest and swamp of the Ohio wilderness was a ragged girl of fourteen. Her mother they had buried near the Monongahela⁠—the girl herself had heaped with torn sods the grave beside the river of the beautiful name. Her father lay shrinking with fever on the floor of the wagon-box, and about him played her brothers and sisters, dirty brats, tattered brats, hilarious brats.

She halted at the fork in the grassy road, and the sick man quavered, “Emmy, ye better turn down towards Cincinnati. If we could find your Uncle Ed, I guess he’d take us in.”

“Nobody ain’t going to take us in,” she said. “We’re going on jus’ long as we can. Going West! They’s a whole lot of new things I aim to be seeing!”

She cooked the supper, she put the children to bed, and sat by the fire, alone.

That was the great-grandmother of Martin Arrowsmith.

II

Cross-legged in the examining-chair in Doc Vickerson’s office, a boy was reading Gray’s Anatomy. His name was Martin Arrowsmith, of Elk Mills, in the state of Winnemac.

There was a suspicion in Elk Mills⁠—now, in 1897, a dowdy redbrick village, smelling of apples⁠—that this brown-leather adjustable seat which Doc Vickerson used for minor operations, for the infrequent pulling of teeth and for highly frequent naps, had begun life as a barber’s chair. There was also a belief that its