The tribe was restless. It had been several years since the last great plague had swept through, and the crops had not fared well since then either. Everyone prayed that this new area would yield them the vegetables they needed. Bison were plentiful nearby, and there were many streams running through the area. The previous crops had all failed, but there was hope for this new one, a crop of potatoes.

The Chief himself dug up the first one. Handing it to one of the cooking women for inspection, everyone could sense the tension. If this crop failed, the tribe would need to move again, and many would not survive. But when the woman nodded, cheering erupted, and the harvest began. Many potatoes grew here, and the tribe would survive. Some members decided that this would be a good place to stay and grow these potatoes, and thus named the location Tó Pee Kuh, meaning "a good place to dig potatoes."