Renewed Rate War On Puget Sound
The monopoly sent the old steamer around to run in opposition to Duncan B Finch and the Wright family, who were operating the Eliza Anderson, reputedly one the slowest but most profitable vessels ever to traverse the Sound. Hunt arrived in February 1869 in command of Capt. W. I. Waitt, with Josiah Myrick, purser, Frank Dodge, freight clerk, Thomas Smith, chief engineer ; James Gallegher, assistant, J. Smith, mate, and J. J. Holland, carpenter. The Hunt had been rebuilt in Portland in I865 and was in good condition, but the company could not do much with her, and to save themselves from further loss sold her to Finch in October 1869. Finch and the Wrights had, in the meantime, built the steamer Olympia, afterward called the Princess Louise, and when the competition ended, the Hunt was sent to San Francisco where she remained for ten years.
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