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March 11, 1951
Sunday Evening.
Mother, now I am ready to talk with you a little bit by letter. We are really having a lot of trouble conversing with letters, but it will only be a short time longer.
Yes, Mother, I am doing fine. I have great hope that my family is fine also. Yes, I received your letter in Cherokee and was glad that you said you were fine.
I milked the cows for the final time this evening. In the morning, I will work hard. I think I will help him because he works by himself at the front where the bosses walk around.
Yes, Mother, they gave me puppies. I am going to make a box to keep them in so you all can take them [home] when you come here [to visit]. They are really fine [looking dogs]. People can ride on their nose [like a horse], and their feet look like bloodhound’s feet, and their tails are like just an ordinary dog. Their eyes are like the red lion’s [eyes] that La-ni Ga-nv-no [name] used to have. Ha! Ha!
Tsa-si-ni-no said that he is really craving huckleberry pies. He wants you to bring them here [the pies]. That’s what he is saying to you.
Now, that is all. I’ll be looking for you all Sunday. It will be warm. We will talk more [then]. It is time for us to “dig in” [go to sleep]. We greet you all from afar with love. Hello to all the family.
Me, A-ma, this was written for me.
Me, a prisoner, Star also greets you all, “Hello, are you well?
As for me, the beans have not killed me yet.”
