In the streets of Tinkletown, and even at the county seat, he was an object of such amazing concern that he slunk away in pure distress.

It was indeed an unsophisticated tramp who thought to thrive in Bramble County even for a day and a night.

In front of the general store and post-office at Tinkletown there was a sign-post, on which Anderson Crow had painted these words: "No tramps or Live Stock Allowed on these Streets.
By order of A.CROW, Marshal." The live stock disregarded the command, but the tramp took warning.

On rare occasions he may have gone through some of the houses in Tinkletown, but if he went through the streets no one was the wiser.
Anderson Crow solemnly but studiously headed him off in the outskirts, and he took another direction.

Twice in his career he drove out tramps who had burglarised the houses of prominent citizens in broad daylight, but what did it matter so long as the "hoboes" were kept from desecrating the main street of the town?
Mr.Crow's official star, together with his badge from the New York detective agency, his Sons of the Revolution pin, and his G.A.R.insignia, made him a person to be feared.