The Tragedy on the Quinault

The great tragedies enacted in our own midst always touch us deepest and we can only sympathize with those who suffer. Nothing can more appeal to our sympathies than the story told by Wall E. Turner to the authorities here yesterday. Turner and his partner, Clifton Kinkel, were ranching on the Quinault, about twelve miles above the lake. Last Saturday while in their cabin, Turner was awakened by a noise in the brush. He looked over at his partner's bunk and thought he saw the outlines of his form. Through the cracks in the cabin he could see something moving in the brush. He picked up his rifle, aimed and fired and shot Kinkel, who had gone outside. Turner left the cabin to find an Indian who would help him take his partner down to the agency, but returned to find Kinkel dead. Turner then started with the body for this place; brought it down the Quinault to the agency in a canoe, and from the agency to Oyehut; he got an Indian to bring him and the body here in a sail boat, and arrived about 11 o'clock Tuesday night. He surrendered to the authorities, to whom he told this story. Coroner Gile was sent for and arrived here on the noon boat Wednesday. A jury was empaneled, but no verdict was rendered, the case being continued to the 26th, in order to get witnesses from Quinault. Kinkel was a young man about 21 years old, from Elizabeth, N. J. He had friends in Elma, the Harrises.