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Once Howe wanted Phil Locke, Rob Locke, and me (Orte Higley) to come up for an elk hunt. Phil was the hunter. Had a rifle when he was a kid. We knew there was a band of elk close. Next morning we went down river and located it. We kept creeping around, trying to get one without startling them. But, finally they scented us. We were in snow above our knees.

The elk started up the creek in the creekbed. I got a shot at one and got it down. Phil took after them and went on up the creek quite a way ahead of us. We heard him shooting and shooting and followed up creek. The elk had come to a jam and had to climb up into the snow which was way up on their sides. We followed right after them.

When we got to where they went around the head of a canyon we spotted one that was wounded. We got it, dressed it, and went back down to where I shot mine. We dressed that. Then we loaded up and Rob and I both took a big pack and Phil the guns. But, instead of going down the way we had come up, we started straight down and ran into a big windfall. We climbed over logs until Rob cussed himself for ever going into the woods for elk.


by Orte Higley

On the Fourth of July, 1895, there was to be a picnic at the Queets, but it was postponed. So we went down to the Agency at Taholah to wait for Olson's freight. Pretty near the whole tribe went down to Grigsby's at Copalis. A teacher by the name of McLear had drilled the boys in baseball. Charles McIntyre was the Government teamster. He was to stay at the Agency and hold the fort with a few old Indians but he started the team for us and we all drove down.

Grigsby, who was a stout man, had bought himself a new suit of clothes. It was sort of yellow, and pretty large. He pulled it on over his overalls, but his pants-belt was so loose that the legs dropped down and dragged on the ball field. Looked in danger of losing his pants at any minute. He went around among the people all day like that.