We reached Crescent Bay about noon next day, with wet feet and a good appetite. Here we got a good square meal, warmed ourselves by the fire all afternoon. Ate our supper, paid our fifty cents, and were ready for the "Evangel". She came about nine o'clock that night. The tide was out and we had to wade quite a ways into the water, over our shoe tops, to get into the boat. But, we got there. We arrived at Pysht Bay at about eleven o'clock and here we had again to wade ashore for about forty rods. This time the water was knee deep in several places. We didn't like that kind of steamboating. Our fare on the Evangel was $1.00.
We stopped at the Lodging House there (the only house in the place), dried ourselves before a big fireplace, went to bed, and slept well. Next morning we ate our Chinese cooked breakfast and paid our fifty cents for bed and breakfast. We also left our overcoats there, intending to go back that way.
Tuesday, December 10, 1889.
We started early to walk over the Divide, twenty miles to the Beaver farm where there is a stopping place kept by Mssrs. Crosby and Harriss. It was raining and snowing most all day. We were pretty cold, tired, and wet when we arrived there about five o'clock in the evening. But, Mr. Harriss had a good fire and plenty to eat, and we were soon feeling alright.
At this place, Mr. Chas. A. Gilman (ex-Lieut. Governor of St. Cloud, Minn.) and his son who had preceded us one day, made us a proposition. The elder Gilman said that if we would go with them through the country to Grays Harbor, he would pay our expenses. As we were out looking at the country anyway, we agreed to go.
The country proposed to explore is the country of which the "West Shore" and the "Seattle Post" have written quite a long article, stating that the country had never been entered by any white man. That there had been one or two men far enough up the Olympic Mountains to look over into this country and that they had seen there a beautiful lake, surrounded by mountains. That there were beautiful valleys and rushing rivers emptying into the lake from all directions, and that the Lake was supposed to have an underground outlet. Also, that this beautiful place was inhabited by a fierce band of Indians who were certain death to anyone who might venture in there. And, that all the other Indians were afraid to go there. We didn't believe any of these stories, and didn't think there was any particular danger unless we might get hungry.
So Sharp and I got some good heavy canvass from Mr. Harriss and made us some good pack straps and got ready for a journey of three weeks.