He was a thoroughly good citizen when sober, but he was a little wild when drunk.

Unfortunately, toward the end of his life he got to drinking very heavily.

When, in 1905, John Burroughs and I visited the Yellowstone Park, poor Bill Jones, very much down in the world, was driving a team in Gardiner outside the park.

I had looked forward to seeing him, and he was equally anxious to see me.

He kept telling his cronies of our intimacy and of what we were going to do together, and then got drinking; and the result was that by the time I reached Gardiner he had to be carried out and left in the sage-brush.