When he had finished this occupation, he quickly handed the brush to me.
"A token of esteem," he said, "from a fellow traveller." I tried in vain to thank him, but he held up his hand, scrambled quickly into his buggy, and was for driving off instantly, but paused and beckoned me toward him.

When I approached the buggy, he took hold of one the lapels of my coat, bent over, and said with the utmost seriousness: "No man ought to take the road without a brush.

A good broom-brush is the world's greatest civilizer.

Are you looking seedy or dusty ?--why, this here brush will instantly make you a respectable citizen.

Take my word for it, friend, never go into any strange house without stoppin' and brushin' off.