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Our family and the Ellingsons supported a teacher who boarded with the Ellingsons. There were eleven children in their family and four in ours. We had an eight-grade school.

At the time that Father bought his place, his three sisters - Margaret Anderson, Helena Christensen, and Herlc Marie Olson (and her husband Nels Olson) - also purchased land at New London. The Olsons, with their son Alfred Nelson, maintained their home there until their death. The other two sisters permitted families to build shacks on their property and live there while the men worked in the logging camp. That created a small village.



MISCELLANEOUS





In the early 1890s a young man by the name of Walter Shaw worked in the Davis & Dincen camp for two summers. Then he returned to Cathlamet and married. He doubted if his wife Lucy would like camp life, so he didn't come back, although Davis & Dincen kept urging him to do so. Finally they offered him the job of foreman at $200.00 per month. His young wife insisted he take it and came with him. Lucy Shaw recalls that Henry Egge was acting as flunky in the cook house at the time, and his father, Peter Egge was working there. Also Herman Walker.



Meanwhile Alfred Nelson had purchased property from Dan Dincen and owned the home in which Herman Walker and his wife were living. Nelson later, in partnership with Walter Shaw, bought an interest in the Stencil Logging Co., operating on Deep Creek. The transaction had barely been completed when the fire of 1902 burned a strip of timber two miles wide from the upper Satsop through New London, and over to Deep Creek.


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Mrs. Walter Shaw gives the following account of the fire:

"It was about six o'clock in the evening when I saw Frank Stencil riding into camp on horseback. Walter and the men were some distance away, so I went out to meet him. He told me that a big forest fire was raging at New London, five miles away, but that it couldn't possibly reach us before the next day. So around nine we all went to bed.

About eleven o'clock I was wakened by a hoarse voice shouting, "FIRE !" I thought at first I had dreamed it. Then it came again and again, getting closer and closer. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Just then a ball of burning moss landed on a pitchy stump near the shack and it blazed up."