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probably a Canada jay, hoping to kill it and eat it raw. 

 He had an appetite of great length, breadth and thick- 

 ness, one worthy of the man whose name heads this 

 article. 



Gibbs was very fond of staying in camp with me when 

 Henry went on the line and he could do it. An excuse 

 to mend his trousers or other clothing served. He was 

 the youngest of the party and fresh from school. He 

 knew all about Indians, for he had read about them, but 

 was curious to study them in the woods. He was a gold 

 mine to old Mouthful or any other Indian. When he 

 offered a pipeful of tobacco he handed over a whole plug 

 of Navy or such part of one as he had, and when the 

 Indian cut a pipeful and kept the rest Gibbs thought that 

 he didn't mean to do it, but couldn't ask for its return. 

 He continually gave me advice on the subject of getting 

 on with them, and I enjoyed it. Once as we sat down 

 to a midday bite Gibbs passed the pan of hot biscuit to 

 old Mouthful, who dumped the lot in his dirty blanket. 

 I had frequently told him that an Indian always under- 

 stood that what you handed to him was his, but there the 

 biscuit were. 



"Explain it to him," said Gibbs; "I can't speak his 

 lingo, but we've got to have some bread for our dinner, 

 and I don't really fancy getting it back after he has 

 handled it and had it in that blanket." 



"Gibbs," I replied, "there is no need to explain it. 

 You gave them to him; of course, you didn't intend to 

 give him the whole output of the bakery, but you did. 

 Now the only thing to do is to go and take what you 

 want without any more ceremony; replevin them; use 

 force if necessary, but get back our biscuit. We need 

 not eat the outside of them; there's a lot of good bread 

 inside which his dirty hands haven't touched." 



