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The Quinault Indians offered to adopt Bud into their tribe. Also, the Shakers, their religious denomination, which has nothing to do with the Shakers of Pennsylvania and Ohio, wanted to take him in. He had been to some of their meetings, and had seen them make a child start a shaking that would last for several days.

One day, I noticed an old Indian woman going down the street in Tahola crying loudly. I asked an Indian what was the matter, Bud relates:

"Oh, Sammy Hog's wife died and he is off courting another girl. This woman is his paid mourner", he explained.

Once Clark Peeler and Ethel Knox were walking to their boat at the landing, and he kept urging her to hurry. She climbed in and he shoved off. When they looked back, there on the shore was a big cougar that had been following them.

I heard once of a canoe-load of Indians with their dog. They ran along the shore under a leaning tree and a cougar jumped on top of the dog and killed him right in the boat. There was a lot of confusion for a few minutes. The cougar was very lean and hungry.

In the early days salmon were so plentiful during the run that we used to use a net and get all we wanted. Once a friend borrowed my net and tied it from the shore to a snag in the river. Before he got away he saw a fish in the net, so he took it out into the boat. As he poled back down the net he loaded the boat in less than half an hour, with Quinault Salmon. We used to sell them for from fifty to seventy-five cents a dozen, or ten cents apiece.