Dan McGillicuddy, Chief Forester of Grays Harbor County, tells the following story:
"My father (Jerry, Sr.) had a friend Charles Nisson. He was an old-time logger who settled at the head of tidewater on the East Hoquiam. He was an Irishman, very polite, but antagonistic to the English. He promptly named his landing "New Dublin" whereupon, to devil him, Jerry named his "New London". They had a lot of friendly rivalry.
The following incident occurred when Charles Nisson was showing claims to some eastern representtive. They were walking the trail above New London when one of the prospective buyers gave out. He just wouldn't go any farther. Nisson said to him. "You think this is good timber. Why, up above Humptulips you have to lie down to see the tops of the trees." This fellow was already lying on the ground, flat on his back. He looked up at Nisson and said, "I think you're a damned liar."
The fact is there was no better timber than that around New London. The Polsons were logging that area and Alex Polson, who came in 1882, stayed with Dad for some time.
Chas. Nisson logged around Montesano, Central Park and up the Wishkah with Willis Hopkins in 21-8.
Dad and I came one night to the Chas. Hurd place. It was eleven o'clock and we decided to camp in a shack there. We got something cooked and made our bed. But there was a wood rat making a lot of noise just above us. Father said we should kill it or we wouldn't be able to sleep. I said it was too dark to shoot. But he lighted a candle and I shot. When I did, I hit a 2x4 rafter. The shingle-nails were all so rusty that the jar caused the shingles on that half of the roof to slide off. It was raining hard, and right down on our bed, so we had to move over under the other half of the roof."