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Hilda says:

"Clark Peeler and Phil Locke took me up the Quinault River in a canoe. I was in bed for several weeks. Mrs. Ewell came frequently and helped Mother take care of me. I remained on the ranch all Summer. But, in the fall, having already graduated from the Eighth grade in Parkersburg, Minn., I came out to Hoquiam to attend High School. I stayed with the George Davis family and worked for my board until I graduated. Ernest (Olson) who was working in Hoquiam helped me buy my clothes and other necessities.

My folks had a very high-fenced enclosure in which they kept a big herd of elk that were caught when calves. One bull elk, named Bill, had a mean disposition. He hated men - especially those with whiskers. My sister Elma loved him and could do anything with him. In spite of Father's disapproval, she would go into the enclosure where he was and ride on his back.

Father warned the neighbors never to go through the elk pasture. Mr. McCormick came along one day, didn't see any elk around, and cut through their pasture. Before he got across, there was Bill. One of my brothers rescued him.

In later years we raised quite a number of elk for the government. Some went to the Los Angeles Park, others to Portland. During one Rose Festival Ignar wore a uniform and drove several elk in the parade."


Hilda also recalls that the Olson family of eleven stayed their first night at Mr. Ingram's store. He said later that he slept on the counter. The next day they had the accident.

To quote Ignar:

"The first home was both log and frame. The second, built ten or twelve years later, to take care of an increasing family, was entirely of lumber sawed and split from big cedar logs and planed with draw-knife and plane. We trimmed them to correct dimensions by marking them with a string which was rubbed with charcoal, fastened at both ends, then snapped like a carpenter's chalk line. The old house stood until fire destroyed it a few years ago.

Roads were slow in coming, even to Lake Quinault. The first one worth of the name was constructed from Hoquiam to Quinault in 1914. The road from Quinault to the Olson farm remained a rutted and puncheoned trail for several years longer. We were able after a time to bring supplies in from the lake with horses and lumberwagon."