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On the former trips nearly all were sick, some awfully sick. A great many jokes were passed at the expense of some seasick soul, due to the expressions they would make. Sample: "Oh, my God. Don't you smell the meat?" "Oh, if I was only back to Indiana, I'd live on a meal a day and the country might go to "thunder.", N. McKee said, "Well, boys, I can't always be with you." This remark was made as Ed. Grant left the dinner table, jumped over it and flew up the ladder like a squirrel. Of course, we all knew that he was going to throw himself overboard. "Oh God, what have I done to be punished like this?", asked L. W. Carr. Even the cats and dogs were sick.

Well, we landed off the mouth of the Queets River about nine o'clock Saturday morning, May 2nd. The breakers were rolling pretty high, and it was a question whether we could unload or not. The captain couldn't go into the mouth of the river. Had to anchor outside, which meant that we had to take our stuff ashore in small boats. This looked pretty scary. But soon after our boat was anchored the Indians came out in one of their large ocean canoes. It was a very dangerous-looking trip coming over the breakers. Their canoe would shoot up about fifteen feet out of the water.

When they reached the steamer the Indians said that we could get ashore or that they would unload the boat for us. We thought it best to have them take us off.

Captain McDonald said, "Take the ladies ashore first." When I stepped into the Indian canoe and asked the ladies to come on, they didn't come very fast. But after I got my sister, Mrs. McKee and her six children into the boat and called for two more, Miss Anna Dickey and Miss Dora Head came forward, and away we went.

We got ashore without getting the least bit wet. After that it wasn't so hard to get them into the canoes. We unloaded by Sunday noon without losing anything except one dozen chickens belonging to N. A. McKinnon. One of the sailors upset his boat, but what we didn't get at the time washed ashore next day. Most everyone got his stuff alright. There were four sacks of flour, two or three sacks of potatoes, about 50 lbs. of meat that was lost. We had to pay the Indians $2.50 per load for unloading, which totaled $81.00.

When we landed on the beach we found that the Queets was so high that we were obliged to wait there for a week before we could go on up to our claims. We made a trail on the south side of the river up to the first cabin in the settlement.