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"My Uncle Charles C. Sargent and family came with us to New London, and were met there by Marcus Walker who had located at Axford in 1885. He hauled them as far as their claim, one corner of which was located on the West side of the River just across from my father's. Gust Murhard and his father, Otto, had preceded them and settled just above us.

We built a shanty on the bank of the Humptulips with an open fireplace in the center of the dirt floor, with chimney built of shakes. My mother cooked on this fireplace until we later built a T addition, and obtained a stove, making our home much more comfortable.

There was no school the first winter. But in the fall of 1889, Mrs. James Lindsay taught us for three months in her home. Besides her own three children and three Brittains she had two Walker boys from Axford. Owing to a big bend in the river, and no road on the south and east side, we crossed at our place, walked the two miles across the prairie, and then crossed the river again to the Lindsay home. This meant four crossings a day, and often the river was high and very dangerous.

During the summer of 1890, a school site was selected about half way between the two settlements, the lumber being cut at the Walker sawmill at Axford. This building later burned and the term was finished in the old Frayse house near the Sargent place. The following year school was held in a house in Humptulips. (On the prairie).

Father had to work away from home part of the time, but with the help of us boys he cleared land, raised cattle and hay, made garden, and improved the homestead. In 1895, after the log jams were out of the river, he decided to log, as there was fine timber on the place. By that time logs could be put into the river and floated down to the boom where they were rafted and towed to the mill.

Father had raised six calves. I had raised two. And he bought two of Jack Ewell, a pioneer of Quinault. He was intending to use these calves for oxen. So, while he was working away from home, my brothers and I busied ourselves "breaking" them. Using old overalls for yokes and rope for tugs, we hauled wood and poles on a sled. Father was much suprised when he came home and found the oxen "broke" to work. When logging started I was the ex-teamster and Bud greased the skids. These skids were small poles put lengthwise on the roadway to keep the logs out of the mud and make them easier to haul."