When we arrived in Quinault in 1898, Clark Peeler was in Alaska. Uncle Kestner thought Peeler would lose his homestead right. So, we moved there. After about a year, Clark Peeler came back. Then we moved up to the Bosley place, which was also deserted. We lived in Bosley a shack while Dad and Uncle Joe built a house of logs, squared with a broadaxe. it was finished, and we were going to move into it the next day. But that night a violent storm broke off the top of a tree which came straight down through the roof and into the floor of the new house.
Mother said, "We must never move up there. This is a warning". And it was. Because soon thereafter Bisley came back and we had to move again. Al Pruce had no house - just a shack. So, my Uncle Joe and Dad gave him the squared logs to build his house.
We moved to the Parks place, where the store is now. Stayed there a year when the government made a timber claim of it.
"Three times was enough", Mother said, "We'll leave the country." But, Jack Ewell, storekeeper, said, "Tell you what. I'll sell you half of my homestead in the valley if you'll stay."
Mother didn't want to go back into the wilderness. Instead, Dad rented forty acres from Bud Loomis (later the Jasper Bunch place). After he got enough land cleared so he could build a barn and house, we moved up there.
During these hectic years two more boys, Anton and Henry were added to the Haas family. Louis Haas, Sr. hauled the logs for Ewell's hotel. Ewell got diabetis and died of gangrene four years later. Then Olsons took over.
Louis Haas, Anton Kestner, Joe Haas, Bud Loomis, and others built the schoolhouse. Louis, Jr. was chased by a bull elk and might have been killed had not Katie Knack, the teacher, beat the animal off with a club.