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My father, Joseph N. Locke, left the state of Minnesota with the full intention of joining an old friend who was then located at Juneau, Alaska. But, landing at the city of Tacoma, and being impressed with the country, he delayed sailing to the then little known Alaskan Territory, which had come into the limelight in 1888 by the finding of what afterward became the great Treadwell Mines by Joe Juneau.

It so happened that a neighbor of ours had removed to Washington Territory some time before 1889 and had located at Montesano, then the largest town in the county, so my father took a visit with them. The family was at the same time entertaining a man who had just returned from a prospecting trip into the Olympics, having gone up in the spring and returning in July. This man was bubbling over the enthusiasm over the Wonderful Quinault Valley and the Marvelously Beautiful Lake and promoted the idea with such vigor that my father became interested enough to plan a trip to see for himself if half that was said was true.

Accordingly, he left Montesano on the last days of July, in 1889, armed with a jack knife and a small poll axe, and with a pack on his back with food sufficient for two weeks in the woods. He traveled up the Wynooches River and struck out West and North; for at that time there were no trails even to Aberdeen, the sole means of travel being by river steamers for Harbor points. By accident he struck Blackwell and Miller's camp One, the original logging camp on the Wishkah River, above the forks of that stream. At that camp he saw the last man he was to see until he arrived at the Indian village now called Taholah.

From the Wishkah he crossed the divide through the famous timbered township of 21-9 above the forks of the Humptulips and; coming out on the "Spur' between the Humptulips and Quinault, caught a glimpse of Quinault Lake.