A story was told by his half sister,Lydia, concerning a hunting trip to the Indian country. (We assume that Billy made much such trips to see his relatives and hunt with them.}Long travel had made him very tired and upon finding a nice bed of leaves which he raked together, he laid down and went to sleep, The brushing and patting of some furry whiskers on his face awankened him.From a tiny opening of one eye he could see a panther.In true frontier fashion he lay perfectly still until the panther had finished. Billy's knowledge of these fierce beast gained from the Indians and his frontier relatives saved his life.He knew that the slighest move would mean certain death.After the panther had completely covered and hidden it's "dinner" with leaves, it trotted off some distance and gave a shrill, blood curling call for its mate to come and share the meal. Billy knew that this was the opportunity to act. He jumped up and fired his rifle. The report of the gun changed the panthers plans and it ran away in the thick brush.Billy, too, changed his plans and proceeded on his way always keeping an eye peeled for a deer or a squirrel.