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In explanation of the above unpleasantness between the Gilmans and Sharp and Banta, Sadie Read, wife of Banta's step-son Clarence Read, writes in 1934:

A word in regard to Mr. Banta's mention of the evil temper of the younger Gilman on the trip. He told me not long before he died that he and Mr. Sharp, on leaving Forks, picked the biggest, bulkiest packs containing the food and camp stuff, for they knew that with each meal it would get lighter. When the men were getting worn out from their trip, and the provisions were about gone. Gilmans wanted Sharp and Banta to take a part of their packs. This they refused to do. As the elder Gilman was paying the expenses of the party, the son Sam quite naturally was cross because his father did not make them do their share.


TO CONTINUE BANTA'S DIARY...

Sunday, January 5th, 1890:

After breakfast we took a walk over the city. Up on the hill on Summit Avenue there are about one dozen houses and others on the hill. There are about the same number down next to the landing. Summit Avenue is graded, or partly graded. They are at work now grading Broadway. Do not stop work for Sunday here. The townsite is a very rough one and will require a wonderful amount of work to grade the strees and excavate for buildings. They have a grade for a railroad made from Hoquiam to the foot of Broadway.

The wharf is built one mile and a quarter long. The warehouse at the wharf is just about completed.

The snow is three inches deep and the thermometer twenty degrees above zero. I had to throw my shoes away here, as they would hardly stay on my feet any longer. I could not buy any shoes here, but a man at the hotel gave me a pair of old rubber boots to wear until I could get some shoes.

We didn't see Mr. Bull, the boatman, any more. Mr. C. A. Gilman came down to the hotel to bid me goodbye. Sam did not. Mr. Gilman promised to take care of some things left in the boat and bring them to us at Hoquiam the following day.

In company with Mr. Christman, a barber who used to work at Centerville, Oregon, we walked to Hoquiam this evening. Arrived at the Gamage House about five o'clock. This hotel is kept by Mr. Charles Gardner and wife, nee Mrs. Abe, Jones, of Athena. Had a pleasant chat with them in the parlor.

The city of Hoquiam is located on a low flat filled in with sawdust, and backed up by low hills on the north and northwest. I think it a better place for a large city than Grays Harbor City site.