Bige and I never had used one on him 

 and we seldom had a gun up our sleeve 

 while in a boat, but Bill never allowed 

 us to approach beyond the safety line. 



Day after day through many seasons 

 Bill has stood and observed our boat 

 cross the lake. Without moving an 

 eyelash he would watch our approach 

 until the boat reached a certain definite 

 spot in the lake, when with slow flap of 

 wide spread wings he lifted his long legs, 

 trailing them far behind, while he flew 

 up the lake behind the island. As soon 

 as we had passed about our business, 

 Bill always returned and resumed his 

 job of fishing at the same old stand, 

 where he " watchfully waited" for some- 

 thing to turn up. 



Bill was the most patient fisherman I 

 ever knew. Neither Mr. Job nor Wood- 

 row Wilson had anything on Bill. His 

 motto seemed to be, "all things come to 

 him who can afford to wait." 



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