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Grace McNutt continues:

"Carl was playing with Bessie and Grace Allman. Allmans owned a pug dog with a tail that curled up into a ring. Carl loved it. He had a B. B. gun, and he thought he could shoot through the hole made by the curled tail. He shot and the dog howled. The children all cried in sympathy. Ben Newnham had seen it and said, "Oh, that didn't hurt him. Here, shoot me." So, he went over to the gate, bent over and had Carl shoot him in the rear. Then he howled too. It hurt more than he expected."

The following item appeared in the 'Humptulips Press' of Friday, May 30th, 1902:

"Born to Mr. and Mrs. J. L. McNutt, of Humptulips, in Hoquiam, last Sunday, a son named James Floyd. Mrs. McNutt is reported critically ill."

Mrs. McNutt says:

"When Babe (James Floyd) was fifteen, he wanted to quit school and work in the woods. I told him if he did he would have to save his money. He got a job punking whistle. It was a steam whistle. One blast meant to tighten the cable; two to release it. Perhaps it was the other way around.

On day a log got loose and rolled over a man, crushing him. Babe was very upset about it. Later one came at him. He jumped into a root hole and the log went over his head almost covering him with brush and debris. But he was unhurt. That discouraged him from logging.

We bought Carl a motorcycle on his twenty-first birthday. Bull elk are driven out of the herd after the mating season. I was washing dishes at my sink (made of two five gallon oil cans flattened out and lapped together in the middle). This was in 1915. Our field was fenced, but a big bull elk came up through it. I was getting ready to go to Sunday School. Carl and Cliff were tinkering with their motorcycles at the barn. I yealled, and the elk made a jump over another fence and ran past the school house. I was a stickler for obeying the hunting laws. That afternoon Carl and Cliff went out pheasant hunting. They came back with no birds. But, Car said, "We got that elk."

I was shocked. "I'm going to call the game warden", I said. Then cliff explained, "Why we couldn't possibly kill an elk with bird shot." They were just teasing me."

In 1920, McNutts moved to a farm two miles north of Humptulips.