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But the Indians were not always a burden. They sometimes gave me good help. At one time in particular I found an Indian who proved a friend in need. It was during the winter of 1866-7, the year after I had brought my wife from Oxford, Idaho, to Bloomington.
"Hogitsi," a Shoshone Indian, with his family, was wintering in the town at the time. The whites called him "Hog," but he hadn't a bit of the hog in his nature. I found him to be one of the best Indians I ever knew.