The first school in the Quinault valley was held in a log house, built by the donated labor of the settlers. The first teacher was Ida Locke, who later became the wife of J. A. Ingram, pioneer storekeeper on the 'townsite'. The next teacher was Miss Birdie Mooney, and the next Miss Bertha Gatton.
I shall only touch upon the people of the Humptulips. Their history can be better given by someone who lived here in the "airly days" - such as Bertha Evans Hansen. Following the retirement of the Lindsays as keepers of the wayside inn, on the East bank of the Humptulips, came the Evans family. No person who traveled the trail but knew them in the days when we waded the river, and later crossed, if lucky, in the basket on the cable. Bertha could tell of the original store of Kluck & Davidson, later owned by genial Fred Williams, and at last by that war horse we used to call our very own (but now the Mayor of Humptulips) Bud Loomis. Or, Jerry Walker, of the pioneer Walkers of Axford could give you real ancient history.
Pioneers, your pioneering days are over. The automobile attended to that. Where the trip by beach and river might take ten days, and the trip to the Harbor by the later-day trail took two or three, you now roll in ease and comfort in an hour and a half from the Harbor to the Lake. Only the Old-Timer remembers "cooning" along over fallen logs, wading the Humptulips if no canoeman was within call, mudding along all day - sometimes two - to reach the head of tidewater at New London. Then, if the fates were kind, riding down the Hoquiam with Captain Bob Marden in his two-stack steamer "Romp" and later with Captain Thompson in his sturdy "Market Boy". But, those were happy days.
The cabins along the roads had no padlocks, and whosoever would, might come. Now, with automobiles of all kinds and descriptions, traveling at all hours of day and night, it behooves the honest rancher to lock his barn and hide his chickens, or both cows and chickens may be gone in the morning. I like the old days best, in this respect.