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Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKES PEAK OR BUST . . . IN A BRUSH </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>Passed the night comfortably, and when the road was taken next morning (May 29) at 6 o'clock, the sun was shining and Mr. Gates predicted no rain for the day. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>SUNNY CALIFORNIA-THE END IN THE WEST </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>So Fred accepted Briscoe's proposition and persuaded me to go along as observer, wiring Briscoe to that effect. The answer was, </p> </div>)
As to Being Alone + (<div class="poem"> <p>Such the question, and this the answer: </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>That night I received a wire from the Pike's Peak telegraph station, highest in the world, that Fred was safe at the top and would come down next day. To Briscoe in Detroit he wired, </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>The brakes were slow in taking hold and we were headed for the rock when Fred, with a supreme effort, brought the brakes into concerted action with the steering gear, missing the rock by only a few inches. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>The car was shipped back to Detroit by express so as to be ready to finish its journey to New York City, and Fred was to follow it to Detroit. </p> </div>)
Clean Curtains + (<div class="poem"> <p>The look of their clean white curtains was the same as the rim of a nun's bonnet. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>The night after the sale and delivery of the car, we were in a Pullman returning to Denver. We spent a day in Salt Lake City and reached home December 1, having been gone a little over two months. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>The old road had been abandoned for years, a cog road and burro trail having taken its place, and the present boulevard was not built until eight or nine years later. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>This was a happy climax and far beyond our expectations, because we had thought of the trip only as an advertising stunt for the Brush factory and the Brush Runabout. </p> </div>)
On The Road to Nowhere + (<div class="poem"> <p>Upon Returning to the Country Road </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>WESTWARD PIONEERS-A BRUSH AND THE TRINKLES </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>We decided they thought our car would get stuck in the deep sand on the steep grade and they would have some fun pulling us out, but the car had crawled along slowly and steadily, spoiling their fun. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>We did not try to make fast time, because safety was our first thought. Fred went over the car carefully each morning before starting. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>We heard there were three feet of snow in Weber Canyon, which we had just come through, and were most thankful we had wasted no time on the way. </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>We walked back to Summit Station and stayed at the hotel that night. Next morning, aided by some kindly disposed railroad men who could handle shovels most effectively, the machine was dislodged. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>While scouting around, Fred found that the railroad company had a dining car there to serve meals to the train crews as they came in from their division runs, so he made arrangements for us to have our meals there. </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>avenue i touched the accelerator and give </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>her the juice,good </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>she being Brand </p> </div>)
The Bridge: IV Cape Hatteras + (<div class="poem"> <ul><li><ul><li class="mw-empty-elt"></li></ul></li></ul> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <ul><li><ul><li class="mw-empty-elt"></li></ul></li></ul> </div>)

Civilization + (<div class="poem"> <p>Civilization!<br /> Everybody kind and gentle, and men giving up<br /> their seats in the car for the women...<br /> What an ideal!<br /> How bracing! </p> </div>)

The Steering Wheel + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Road to Glory + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Old Homestead + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Road of Human Life + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Lockerbie Street + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Toll of the Automobile + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Off the Highway + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Small Town Celebrates + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Poplar + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Love-Hour + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Roads + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Bridge: IV Cape Hatteras + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
The Roadway + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Frontiering in an Automobile + (<div class="poem"> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Can't! No bottom to this mud. Once stop and lose momentum--stuck for keeps!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Heavenly! There's some gravel. We can make time. We'll hustle on to the next town and get dry." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Idiot! Ought to have put on my rubbers. Well--too late now," she observed, as she started the engine. </p> </div>)
Clean Curtains + (<div class="poem"> <p>"O mother, I know the heart of you," I sang passing the rim of a nun's bonnet—O white curtains—and people clean as the prayers of Jesus here in the faded ramshackle at Congress and Green. </p> </div>)