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In 1907 my sister Isabel was married to Roy Streater, my husband's brother. Belle, who was six years younger than I, had been an excellent chaperone for both Margaret and me. She stuck to me like glue when I had young men friends. But she was so sweet neither the boys nor I minded it. If any young men were around they would go with us girls after the cows, Belle running along. It was customary, when a young man called on a girl, for her to walk up to the river with him and see him off in his canoe. Belle always went along.

One evening when Ransom Higley was courting sister Margaret, Belle stayed up with them just as long as she could keep awake. Then she said goodnight, took a cup of water and went upstairs. The couple were sitting side by side on a couch. Soon they felt water dripping through the cracks between the single-floor boards overhead. They moved over, but the water followed them. So they put on slickers and held an umbrella over themselves until Belle got tired of her prank.

Cougars used to follow a man carrying mail. They seemed to be curious, if not hungry. Ransom Higley, of Quinault, was alternating with his cousin Orte Higley in carrying mail from Quinault to the Queets, two weeks apiece. Once when he got to the Summit between the Queets and Salmon Rivers, he realized a cougar was following him, so he ran a half mile.

He recalls that Charles Glover, of Queets, was walking with his family along the trail carrying a gun loaded with bird shot. When he saw a cougar lying in the path ready to sping on his little child, he raised his gun, and shot him in the face.

It was also reported from Port Angeles that two boys were going to school, the older one carrying a bottle of milk for their lunch. He walked fast and left the little one behind. But when his brother let out a yell, he ran back and saw a cougar standing up with his paws on the boy's shoulders chewing his face. He beat the cougar in the face with the milk bottle and saved his brother, but he had an ugly scar.

In 1937 Tom Ridgeway and son Clinton of the Queets-Clearwater area, experienced a thrill while clearing off a piece of ground for a potato patch. Both men were cutting and piling brush on a large fire when Tom was attracted by a rather queer noise. Turning, he saw a cougar sitting not twenty feet away, sizing up the men at work.