Friday, December 27th, 1889:
We left camp about ten o'clock in the rain. Bushes wet with snow and water. Traveled all day in a flat cedar swamp. Awful fine cdear timber, and very hard to travel through on account of fallen timber and brush. Made about five miles today. Went without dinner. Only one more day's grub. Going on half rations now.
Saturday, December 28th:
Camped on the Quinault near the burned hill. We came to the river about two miles above here and about five miles we suppose, from the Lake. Probably twenty miles from the ocean. We made only about two miles this morning. Saw some of the finest pine timber I ever saw anywhere. Also saw two large fir trees on the hills near the river. Our provisions have dwindled down to just enough flour for half a meal in the morning, and a little slice of bacon apiece, but plenty of coffee and tea. Begins to look like we could get pretty hungry before we can get anything to eat. The nearest Indians live about fifteen miles down the river. We have concluded to dig out a log for a canoe and go down the river as we could not stand it to go across the country to the Humptulips settlement.
Sunday, December 29th:
Commenced our canoe this morning. Sam Gilman went hunting but got nothing. Worked hard on the old log until one o'clock. It's a spruce, 26 feet long. We found it very slow work to dig it out. About one o'clock we noticed ducks coming down the river in droves. we guessed someone must be coming down the river, so quit work. We didn't feel much like work anyhow.
Sure enough, a boat came along with four white men in it, who had been above the Lake staking claims. But, they too had run out of provisions and couldn't spare us any. Nor could they take us down in their boat. But, Mr. Chas. Gilman said that he would go down with them to the nearest Indian house and hire an Indian to come up after us the next day and bring us something to eat. Well, we quit work, right then. We thought we could stand it longer if we didn't work. But, we kept up a good fire. It stormed hard all afternoon. We ate our last bread tonight, leaving our bacon until morning. But just about dark, a grouse came and lighted in a tree nearby, and Sam Gilman killed it. So now we will sleep late tomorrow and have a good dinner anyhow. We have just a little flour left and we will make some nice grouse soup.