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By Bud Loomis

When my sister Frances Knox got ready to go out, I was to take her down river. Her husband John and I had made a canoe. It was our first, and we made some mistakes in it. One was that the customary length of a canoe was eighteen feet. We thought longer would run nicer, so we made it twenty four feet, slim, and narrow. It ran good, but it was hard to steer and we couldn't get it around the curves very well. The bow of a canoe usually has quite a flare. We had made this one too straight. When we hit the waves, it let the water come into the canoe.

We went down over the rapids, but the boat wouldn't raise. Mr. Knox was in the front end, my sister, and three children were in the middle and I was in the back. When we went down through these swells the boat filled with water right up to within an inch of the top.

I said, "Sit right still. Don't dare to wobble, or try to get out." I said, "Paddle her up !" Knox looked around as much as to say "We'd better get out of it." But, we paddled it up into an eddy and got ashore. Everything and everybody was wet. That was the first rapids below the Lake. We got to Taholah after an all-day trip. There was a cold wind and rain and sitting still in the canoe was awful. We stopped there at Taholah and wrung the water out of our clothing.


Mr. A. V. Higley and I and C. H. Gatton were going down river in my boat. Higley was going to buy one when we got down there. He took the front end and I took the back. He wasn't very good in the nose, but we went down the river and got to the first jam. There we had to go through a slough, around the jam. We had cut some logs out and were going to cut some more out on that trip on our way up.

We went down in there and it was crooked, and the water was high. If Higley had been a little faster we might have made it. The nose of the canoe hit the bank, and the rear end hit a little stump, and the canoe filled with water level full. I shoved it off as fast as I could.