At the top of the hill, I put Doc in reserve and left the two Belgians pulling the wagon. But, as I mentioned, Bill was pretty tuckered. When he’s tired, getting him to work is like trying to squeeze blood out of a carrot. But, I suffered with his slow pace until we had lunch in the town of Norris. At that time, my patience was tried enough and Bill went into the dugout, while Doc came out and stepped up to the plate.
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