ing the season, in sunshine and in rain, 

 from long before sunrise until late at 

 night, standing in the shallow water 

 near shore in an attitude which he 

 copied from a Japanese fire screen; or 

 with Edwin Booth's majestic, tragedian 

 stage tread, slowly wading among the 

 pond lily pads and pickerel grass ; lifting 

 high and projecting forward in long de- 

 liberate strides, one foot after another; 

 each step being carefully placed before 

 his weight was shifted. 



Though an awkward appearing per- 

 son by himself, in a landscape Bill made 

 a picture of symmetry and beauty and 

 his march was the very poetry of motion. 



Bill had very definite opinions con- 

 cerning boats. He knew that they were 

 generally occupied by human animals, 

 of whose intentions he was always sus- 

 picious. Either through experience or 

 inherited instinct, he seemed to know 

 exactly how far a shot-gun would carry. 



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