Not only could Mr. Streater help at the time of birth, but when death struck the community he also made the coffins. First for Adam Matheny, then for Mrs. Alice Banta and for her father, Clement Johnson. He split the lumber out of a cedar tree and planed it by hand. When completed, the coffin was canoed up the Queets and up Matheny Creek about a half a mile. There neighbor women lined it with a sheet. Down through the years Frederick Streater set aside his work to make coffins free of charge as needed for neighbors.
Six persons now lie buried in the little cemetery on his place. They are:
Jessie Streater, one of the twins
Frederick N. Streater and his wife Elizabeth
and in 1940, the other twin, Jettie, who desired to be buried there.
Charles Streater, son of Frederick, relates the following hunting story:
"When I was about sixteen, Jim Donaldson, Ray Northup and I wanted to go elk hunting. But our parents thought we were too young. Besides, they were afraid we would go under a log jam. However, they finally let us go.
We poled our canoe about thirty miles up the Queets into the foothills before we ran into any elk. One day when we were about out of supplies, we decided to go to the upper end of a sand bar, turn around and start for home. Then we saw a bull elk on the bar.
We hurried over there, and when we fired it sounded like an army turned loose. We all shot and shot again until we got that elk down. Then we had a problem. None of us had ever dressed an elk. He fell down in a kind of a hole, and we skinned him out lart way. Then we opened him up and pulled and cut, and one of the boys got inside the carcass and pushed, and finally we got the entrails out, and dressed him. It took us several hours.
Then we packed the meat, the horns and hide into the canoe and started down river. We were pretty heavily loaded, and when we got into rough water the boat would sink. Then we would jump out into the water and two fellows would hold it up while the other baled it out.