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"The scow was propelled by one oar which worked through a notch in the stern. Father never had handled a boat like this, but he knew enough to have the tide going the right way.

After everything was put aboard, the scow was cast loose. The tide was coming in at a good clip. Everything was fine and dandy for a while. Father was doing his best to keep the bow ahead. But soon we came to the Big Bend in the River. The scow started straight for the bank. It bumped that bank and swung right around and started for the other side. The tide was coming in fast. The scow struck shore, whirled around and started for the other side again. Father was doing his best, but to no good. When she hit the next time he jumped out with a rope and tied it to a tree, of which there were many. Then he started back to town on foot and got a small tug to tow us to the point where the East and West Hoquiam Rivers fork. Mr. Millroy lived there, and was glad to let us stay overnight.

The next part of the journey was over a trail that ran twenty-nine miles through the jungle with no trees cut. It seemed that all the trees that fell in the wind fell across the trail. We all got up early next morning. After breakfast Dad cinched the saddle tight on the little pony, threw quilts and blankets loose over the saddle, and strapped on two sacks of flour, cooking utensils, and other things. All you could see of the pony was head and tail sticking out.

Finally we got started and everything was all right while we crossed Millroy's field. But there was a big fallen tree about four feet high just as we hit the timber. The little pony didn't want to jump. This was new to him. Tom got the ox (Frank) to jump the tree, and Dad finally persuaded Barney the pony to jump. But when he landed on the other side, the pack slid between his legs. Then Mr. Millroy who had been watching, showed Dad how to throw the Diamond hitch. This Millroy place was later bought by Captain Kirkaldie.

We got into the Hemlock Ridge, six or seven miles above New London, before night. A man who caught up with us helped Dad and Tom gather hemlock limbs to make a lean-to shed for shelter. Mother made some supper. We were all pretty tired when we laid down for the night. The timber wolves howled around us all night. I remember putting my head under the covers. The folks kept a fire going most of the night and that helped to keep the wolves away."