His life was there.

He was among the first of the young men we admitted to partnership, and the poor German lad at his death was in receipt of an income, as I remember, of about $50,000 a year, every cent of which was deserved.

Stories about him are many.

At a dinner of our partners to celebrate the year's business, short speeches were in order from every one.

William summed up his speech thus: "What we haf to do, shentlemens, is to get brices up and costs down and efery man _stand on his own bottom_." There was loud, prolonged, and repeated laughter.
Captain Evans ("Fighting Bob") was at one time government inspector at our mills.