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Ben Newnham continues:

"Ottook was hiding from the authorities. Old Kettle, having satisfied himself that the white people had no connection with the law, crept out during the night to inform Ottook that it would be safe for him to act as a guide for Newnhams.

But, one of the girls happened to awaken as the Indian left. Her mind was so filled with stories of massacres of white people that she was nearly frightened out of her wits. Feeling certain that Kettle had gone to round up the other Indians for a wholesale slaughter of the party, she awakened the family and urged the men to have their guns ready. Afterwards, she could laugh at her fears.

The trip to Humptulips City in the canoes was accomplished in three days. However, it was anything but comfortable. After being crowded all day in the canoes, we camped out of doors and rolled ourselves in wet blankets which we were never able to dry out during the journey."

Otis Robers relates:

"When Ben Newnham was learning to run a canoe on the river, he ran into a snag, lost his balance, and fell in. He drifted down stream and hung up on a submerged alder where Frank Otis and I rescued him. In falling out, Ben's foot caught under a brace in the canoe. He had been wearing a wide brimmed hat, and lost it. His first thought on being rescued was for the hat."

Bud Loomis tells the following story about Mabel Newnham's wedding to Will Kendrick in 1901:

"When Will Kendrick was about to marry Mabel Newnham at the Allman homestead on the river, the boys around Humptulips said, "Let's give them a charivari. So we made a horse fiddle that produced a terrible noise. We had cow bells and tin pans and a few guns. We needed some torches. To make them we got some poles five or six feet long, lashed rags to one end and wired them tightly, then soaked them in coal oil. When the big night arrived we were all ready.

The wedding had been private and the party had already eaten supper when we arrived. We started down the hill twenty-five or thirty feet apart, and were circling the house before the last one reached the bottom. We were proud of ourselves. Then we went round and round the house, whooping and hollering and making noise with the fiddle and bells. When they opened the door we went in and shook hands with the bride and groom. Then we marched back, making plenty of noise. On reaching Humptulips, one of the boys - just to give the village folks a little excitment - shot the old dance hall and the blacksmith shop full of holes."

Such was an old time charivari, or belling.