Mr. Northup spent the next night at the home of the late Indian Chief, Bill Garfield, at Grenville (now Taholah) waiting for a low tide so he could get through the cave at Point Elizabeth. He crossed the river and with the help of an Indian guide, continued the long hike to his new home, pausing at the Raft River to build a raft. That night he stayed in Dick's hotel at Queets and the next morning hired George Yakoma, an Indian, to take him by canoe up the Queets River to the Clearwater.
In August, Benson Northup sent for his family, but had them come by way of Clallam, down through Forks. His sons Dale and Robley were already married and couldn't make arrangements to go until later. The rest of the family, Mrs. Florella Northup; Ray, who resides in Hoquiam; Ruth (now Mrs. Ruth Buntz of Clearwater); Agnes (now Mrs. Watz, of Clearwater); George, who lives at Port Angeles; Lester J., now of Sequim; and Ben L. Jr., now with the Forest Service at Brinnon, left the old home at Haughton, near Kirkland, across Lake Washington from Seattle, on August 15, 1897.
With the family were a team and wagon, two cows, a bull, and two calves, as well as household equipment. The stock was towed on a scow across Lake Washington by the little steamer "Elfin" owned and operated by Mrs. Northup's brother, Frank Curtis and his sons, Alva and Walter Curtis.
"The stock was landed at Madison Park", Ray Northup relates. "Dale and I attempted to drive the team into town, but the first cable car the horses saw showed us the impossibility of driving a country team through the city. We had to hire a team to take the wagon to the dock in downtown Seattle where we turned everything over to the boat crew. All of the stock went across the high-walled, wide gang-plank without trouble except one of the horses which finally was blindfolded and backed on."
The steamer "Garland" left Seattle Sunday night at 11:00 o'clock and reached Clallam Bay about 6:00 o'clock Monday night. Unloading the stock from the boat was not difficult. Each animal was hoisted onto the dock in a canvas sling with the cargo winch. The team was then hooked to the wagon and the family was soon in the forest, on the road to a new world.
Ray Northup says :
"The old wagon wheels had become dry on the boat, and the tires kept working to the sides of the fellys. These had to be hammered back in place with rocks every little distance, but after a few miles on the road the wheels swelled enough to hold the tires."