L. M. Holt, Yakima, Wash., July 6th, 1920

Dear Mr. Holt:

I have been deprived from my irrigation waters, my neighbors

steal my water and I have been studying where to make my report

to, as you have all grades of employees on this irrigation

system. As there is earth without water no living man can farm

his dry lands in the Spring, and the white man has no better

system in his body or being he is no better than I am why I

write you so because he dies just the same as poor Injuns die so

therefore I see why you turn all the water for his side and

leave us destitute helpless. Do you be satisfied if I go up to

the head gate and burst up the head gate and get my share of

this irrigation waters for my crops. Is the white man looking

for war path about this irrigation system? I am all time

wondering where all these white people came from. They must have

come where people are starving and they grab everything they

come to. Where did they come from any way, from above the clouds

or from hell? This puzzles me. Everything they want to

themselves, and they are hogging all the time. Their hunger for

more money is not filled; they all time want more, and as I hear

them often say "Damn the Indians" now, but where them white

devils go when they do die, and who is the man on this earth can

tell me I lie. Oh, no, I have been studying these subject for

many years, white man ways of living is no good to me, I hate it

but I cannot help it, as every year I am fussing about this

irrigation system. Now the earth and water is all time here, but

me, I shall be gone where everybody go time they do die, and I

want to live right while living, now I am losing 5 acres in

wheat and 6 acres in alfalfa, now who can protect my rights

about this irrigation system. You want cash down every time and

from the start my irrigation waters been cut short all time. Now

I have six seven rows, that is all for my $60.00 and how do you

expect any man to be a farmer that way. It seems to me the

government is robbing me out of my money. I want to find out who

is the man betrayed my rights on this irrigation system on this

Ahtanum creek. Since all the Ahtanum creek is a reservation

stream all the creek is ours in first place, and Secretary

Garfield robbed us time he gave our water to the whites at the

Ahtanum Academy. White ladies sang a song to him for more Hiyou

Chuck. Was this fine scheme and now we are robbed today. Who

will help us out. Mr. Lee has power to rob us out of our

irrigation system, he is the man told the head gate man to shut

off. I learn this from one of my white man friends. I remember

one time of seeing Mr. Lee at old man Seluskin house time he

told the old man Seluskin he was a man from Washington, D. C. to

help the Indians on this reservation on the irrigation system,

now this day this very same man is no help to us Injuns. I am

not mad at him when I write you this. Now this irrigation system

is too far beyond the law, don't you take me for a bunch of

Coyotes. Look out, do what is right. I am a person just the same

as whites are: we all live by eating same food, and I want to be

in a right living while living on this earth. I was there in

your office twice but you was gone. I want to see you but I do

not know when. I shall see what can be done toward protecting

our irrigation system on this Ahtanum valley, and you know this

earth and water was here and thereon it was the Injuns, and this

will be all.

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