Then I started up river, having to push the pole with only one hand on account of one being injured. I got there ahead of him and tied up. When he came we moved up river farther and made camp. How the fellows razzed him about his bragging.
They started up river hunting, and the first thing that happened was that they got lost, and had to stay in the woods over night. Mr. Taylor was wearing a pair of long rubber boots. His feet became badly blistered from stumbling over the rough ground in the darkness, and were swollen from exhaustion. They stayed out another night and Taylor didn't take off his boots at all or look at his feet.
By the time they got back to the Lake one of his feet was developing gangrene. Father bandaged it the best he could, then started down river with him to get him to a doctor as quickly as possible. My hand was healing and I had gone to the Indian Agency for another load of freight when this happened. I met them coming down. Taylor had his foot stuck up high in the canoe. It was well bandaged and wrapped in blankets but Father didn't have much to treat it with except carbolic acid.
Three of the hunters stayed all winter. One man from Ocasta had joined the party at Hoquiam. When he found that there were no bear to be taken, and that there was no work to be done around Quinault, he decided to go back home. "I have a wife and baby and I must get some work", he said. He was lame and sore, and dreaded the long trip back. So, I told him that when Father got home he could take him back down with him on his next trip for supplies. He said he had a five-pound can of powder, some lead for the gun and some bullets, and he would be glad to exchange them for the ride down river. We agreed.
One of the Olson boys and two Peterson boys came one day to the Lake but had no boat. They could see Gilman's house across the Lake. So the three of them gathered up drift wood and made a sort of raft. One of the Petersons couldn't swim. They put their packs in the center of the raft. They laid down, hooked their toes over one side of the packs and their hands on the other side. The one who couldn't swim hung on for dear life while the others paddled. And they made it.