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beans, etc. His name meant Dirty-face, and he looked 

 it. I wondered if he took pride in his name, and kept his 

 face in that condition by some vow to abstain from wash- 

 ing, but on closer acquaintance it was evident that the 

 dark spots were birth marks, for which he was not re- 

 sponsible. He watched me gather a quart of berries, 

 and accepted a piece of tobacco in a dignified sort of way. 

 He was evidently a superior man to Mouthful, and one 

 not disposed to look too favorably on the invasion of his 

 ancestral domain by the white man, but his tribe had sold 

 this land to the Long Knives, and that settled it. I took a 

 fancy to this man ; here was the ideal man that Gibbs had 

 read of. 



Some days afterward he visited our camp, which was 

 moved a few miles most every day to one of the cardinal 

 points of the compass, and he brought me a fine lake 

 trout. It was a fresh one, and I was interested at once. 

 There was no game in the country, and my rifle was a 

 useless burden in moving camp, but there must be fish 

 near by. 



I asked Dirty-face to eat, and set out some cold boiled 

 pork and beans, as well as hot coffee. This was a treat 

 to him, but it was evident that he had eaten during the 

 previous week, and was not filling up for the week to 

 come. We naturally talked about the fish, and he told 

 me that over by his wigwam was a lake with plenty of 

 fish; and as our move next day would bring our camp 

 near his, he would show me where and how to catch 

 some o-gah. This was a new name, and after drawing 

 pictures of fish as well as I could on a piece of birch bark 

 I drew a pike or pickerel and said, "Ken-o-shah ;" he said 

 it was the same. "O-gah" I never met before as a name 

 for pike; but kenosha, kenoje or kenozha was the more 

 common name for the fish. If those who wish to trace 



