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New Year's Day - January 1, 1890:

Up early in the morning. Took breakfast with Mr. Agers. Then hired an Indian, Cleve Jackson, to haul us and our baggage down to Oyehut which is the landing on the northwest side of Grays Harbor. Paid him six dollars. The distance from the Agency to Oyehut is about 25 miles. It was half past ten when we left the Agency, as we had to wait until the tide was down so we could pass a point of rock on the beach.

The day was windy and cold with snow flying. We wrapped ourselves each in a big double blanket and then had to walk half the time to keep warm. We took dinner at Mr. Grigsby's about one mile from Chepalis River, about 4 o'clock. Had a spendid dinner for twenty-five cents apiece, warmed ourselves and went on.

We arrived at Oyehut about seven o'clock. Mr. Chas. McIntyre had been kind enough to loan us the key to his house there, where there was plenty to eat and stoves and bedsteads. We were glad to get in out of the storm.

The beach between here and the Agency is fine, except for about one and a half miles between the Rocky Point and the Quinault. The beach is all taken up by parties who think that it will be a grand summer resort some day. It is also mined considerably, as the sand had gold in it. There is quite a business carried on there shooting sea otter. The hunters have high derricks fixed up with a little house on top of them large enough for a man to stand up in and shoot the otter away out in the ocean. Then they wait fot the tide to bring them in. A good sea otter skin is worth $100.00

January 2, 1890:

It is snowing and blowing this morning to beat the Jews. Mr Bull, the man who runs the sailboat from here in the Terminus, is at the city now. The ice is freezing on the flats here so that he could not land if he should come back. The steamer which comes to Damon's Point once a week left last evening, and it will be a week before it returns. It looks now as if we were pretty well boxed up. We have plenty of everything here to eat and can stay as long as we wish. Sharp and I would not mind being here if we had men who were not either grumbling at each other or else setting around glum all the time. We don't know what is the matter with them - whether they are mad about something and afraid to say so, or what is the trouble. My opinion of Sam Gilman is that he is an arrogant, selfish fool. A man who will contradict and dispute and quarrel with his father over such trivial things as he has dope. I don't consider any man at all.

Snow fell to the depth of two inches last night. Brice Sharp and I went out to the mud flats this evening and dug some clams. Had them cooked for supper I don't go much on clams.