9-98 MEN I HAVE FISHED WITH. 



poisoned him. Oh, if Gibbs was only here to tell you 

 how Mr. Lo will remember that drink!" 



We stopped a couple of days at Crow Wing, and I 

 became acquainted with the brothers who kept the trad- 

 ing post. I think their name was McDonald, but am not 

 sure, and Mr. Davies isn't. They told of an Indian who 

 died there some winters before when the ground was 

 frozen too hard to bury him, and how they stood him up 

 all winter against the north side of the house and buried 

 him in the spring, and some other cheerful stories of dead 

 Indians. A Mr. Morrison lived there, one of the leading 

 men of northern Minnesota, for whom the county below 

 Crow Wing is named. He had married an Ojibway 

 woman, and had two grown-up daughters, who had been 

 educated in St. Louis, and they played the piano for us, 

 and our visit was an event in Crow Wing life. Bishop 

 McElvaney was there, and preached on the birth of 

 Christ in Morrison's house, while Davies and others 

 sang. I didn't sing; when I sing the police always pull 

 the house, thinking there must be a dog fight in the back 

 room. 



I went up to see Hole-in-the-day, and he showed me 

 a Colt's rifle, made like a revolver, inlaid with gold, which 

 was given him by President Franklin Pierce a year or 

 two before. I understood that it was taken from the 

 Patent Office by consent of Colonel Colt. He talked 

 about trading it for my rifle, if I added enough dollars 

 to suit him. He was poor, or pretended to be, and I 

 wanted that rifle very much, but thought best to consult 

 with the brothers at the post. One of them said: "It's 

 against the law to trade with these people without a li- 

 cense, and if you trade with him for the gun he can send 

 a man after it, and you will lose both rifles and all you've 

 paid, and then may have some trouble with the law." 



