TAY-BUN-ANE-JE-GAY. 



IN NORTHERN MINNESOTA FISHING THROUGH ICE. 



WE named him Henry Neaville and I. We 

 had to call him something to distinguish him 

 from other Indians who begged about our 

 camp, and we did not think the name he gave as his own, 

 Ah-mik-wash, "a beaver house/' described him as well as 

 the one we concocted, which means: "He-who-takes-so- 

 much-at-a-mouthful." Ours was a perfect fit, and before 

 long I'll tell you how he got it. 



Mr. James McBride, then living in Potosi, Wis., but 

 who lived in Washington, D. C., for the past thirty years, 

 until his death, which occurred last March, had a con- 

 tract to subdivide some townships in what is now Crow 

 Wing county, Minn. The township lines had been run, 

 each township being six miles square, and these were to 

 be crossed by lines a mile apart into square miles, with 

 the half miles marked on both north and east lines. The 

 northern line was near where Brainerd now stands, the 

 Mississippi River was the west boundary, and the survey 

 took in the village of Crow Wing, which was then an 

 Indian trading post. 



The party included Thomas Davies, now living at 

 British Hollow, Wis.; Pierre Gibbs, of Dubuque, la.; 



Crosby, I think originally from Boston; Henry R. 



Neaville, and the writer, both of Potosi. We started by 

 steamboat from Dubuque, in September, 1856 I forget 

 the day, but Tom Davies thinks it was the I2th with 

 two horses, wagon, pack saddles, tent and camp equipage 

 and a supply of provisions that surprised me: Half a 



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