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〃I want to say good…bye；〃 he said in the gruff voice of embarrassment。
〃Ben；〃 I said； 〃I missed you； and I'd have hated to go off without seeing you again。 Walk a bit with me。〃
So we walked side by side； talking quietly and when at last I shook his hand I said：
〃Ben； don't you ever be afraid of acting up to the very best thoughts you have in your heart。〃
He said nothing for a moment； and then： 〃Gee！ I'm sorry you're goin' away！〃
〃Gee！〃 I responded； 〃I'm sorry； too！〃
With that we both laughed； but when I reached the top of the hill； and looked back； I saw him still standing there bare…footed in the road looking after me。 I waved my hand and he waved his： and I saw him no more。
No country； after all； produces any better crop than its inhabitants。 And as I travelled onward I liked to think of these brave； temperate； industrious； God…friendly American people。 I have no fear of the country while so many of them are still to be found upon the farms and in the towns of this land。
So I tramped onward full of cheerfulness。 The rain had ceased； but all the world was moist and very green and still。 I walked for more than two hours with the greatest pleasure。 About ten o'clock in the morning I stopped near a brook to drink and rest； for I was warm and tired。 And it was then that I bethought me of the little tin pipe in my knapsack； and straightway I got it out； and； sitting down at the foot of a tree near the brook； I put it to my lips and felt for the stops with unaccustomed fingers。 At first I made the saddest sort of work of it； and was not a little disappointed； indeed； with the sound of the whistle itself。 It was nothing to my memory of it！ It seemed thin and tinny。
However； I persevered at it； and soon produced a recognizable imitation of Tom Madison's 〃Old Dan Tucker。〃 My success quite pleased me； and I became so absorbed that I quite lost account of the time and place。 There was no one to hear me save a bluejay which for an hour or more kept me company。 He sat on a twig just across the brook； cocking his head at me； and saucily wagging his tail。 Occasionally he would dart off among the trees crying shrilly； but his curiosity would always get the better of him and back he would come again to try to solve the mystery of this rival whistling； which I'm sure was as shrill and as harsh as his own。
Presently； quite to my astonishment； I saw a man standing near the brookside not a dozen paces away from me。 How long he had been there I don't know； for I had heard nothing of his coming。 Beyond him in the town road I could see the head of his horse and the top of his buggy。 I said not a word； but continued with my practising。 Why shouldn't I？ But it gave me quite a thrill for the moment； and at once I began to think of the possibilities of the situation。 What a thing it was have so many unexpected and interesting situations developing！ So I nodded my head and tapped my foot； and blew into my whistle all the more energetically。 I knew my visitor could not possibly keep away。 And he could not； presently he came nearer and said：
〃What are you doing； neighbour？〃
I continued a moment with my playing； but commanded him with my eye。
Oh； I assure you I assumed all the airs of a virtuoso。 When I had finished my tune I removed my whistle deliberately and wiped my lips。
〃Why； enjoying myself；〃 I replied with greatest good humour。 〃What are you doing？〃
〃Why；〃 he said； 〃watching you enjoy yourself。 I heard you playing as I passed in the road； and couldn't imagine what it could be。〃
I told him I thought it might still be difficult； having heard me near at hand； to imagine what it could beand thus； tossing the ball of good…humoured repartee back and forth； we walked down to the road together。 He had a quiet old horse and a curious top buggy with the unmistakable box of an agent or peddler built on behind。
〃My name；〃 he said； 〃is Canfield。 I fight dust。〃
〃And mine；〃 I said； 〃is Grayson。 I whistle。〃
I discovered that he was an agent for brushes； and he opened his box and showed me the greatest assortment of big and little brushes： bristle brushes； broom brushes； yarn brushes； wire brushes； brushes for man and brushes for beast； brushes of every conceivable size and shape that ever I saw in all my life。 He had out one of his especial petshe called it his 〃leader〃and feeling it familiarly in his hand he instinctively began the jargon of well…handled and voice…worn phrases which went with that particular brush。 It was just as though some one had touched a button and had started him going。 It was amazing to me that any one in the world should be so much interested in mere brushesuntil he actually began to make me feel that brushes were as interesting as anything else！
What a strange； little； dried…up old fellow he was； with his balls of muttonchop sidewhiskers； his thick eyebrows； and his lively blue eyes！a man evidently not readily turned aside by rebuffs。 He had already shown that his wit as a talker had been sharpened by long and varied contact with a world of reluctant purchasers。 I was really curious to know more of him； so I said finally：
〃See here； Mr。 Canfield； it's just noon。 Why not sit down here with me and have a bit of luncheon？〃
〃Why not？〃 he responded with alacrity。 〃As the fellow said； why not？〃
He unhitched his horse； gave him a drink from the brook； and then tethered him where he could nip the roadside grass。 I opened my bag and explored the wonders of Mrs。 Stanley's luncheon。 I cannot describe the absolutely carefree feeling I had。 Always at home； when I would have liked to stop at the roadside with a stranger； I felt the nudge of a conscience troubled with cows and corn； but here I could stop where I liked； or go on when I liked； and talk with whom I pleased； as long as I pleased。
So we sat there； the brush…peddler and I； under the trees； and ate Mrs。 Stanley's fine luncheon； drank the clear water from the brook； and talked great talk。 Compared with Mr。 Canfield I was a babe at wanderingand equally at talking。 Was there any business he had not been in； or any place in the country he had not visited？ He had sold everything from fly…paper to threshing…machines； he had picked up a large working knowledge of the weaknesses of human nature； and had arrived at the age of sixty…six with just enough available cash to pay the manufacturer for a new supply of brushes。 In strict confidence； I drew certain conclusions from the colour of his nose！ He had once had a family； but dropped them somewhere along the road。 Most of our brisk neighbours would have put him down as a failurean old man； and nothing laid by！ But I wonderI wonder。 One thing I am coming to learn in this world； and that is to let people haggle along with their lives as I haggle along with mine。
We both made tremendous inroads on the luncheon； and I presume we might have sat there talking all the afternoon if I had not suddenly bethought myself with a not unpleasant thrill that my resting…place for the night was still gloriously undecided。
〃Friend；〃 I said； 〃I've got to be up and going。 I haven't so much as a penny in my pocket； and I've got to find a place to sleep。〃
The effect of this remark upon Mr。 Canfield