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The Twin Buttes huckleberry fields had for many years been a mecca
for the Indians from east of the Cascades. Eah stuTuner as the huckleberries
ripened, hundreds of Indians--men, women and children--migrated to the
berry fields using all modes of transportation including pack and saddle
horses, wagons and automobiles. They put up their teepees in the meadows
along the cold. mountain streams. Most of the berry picking was done by
women and. children while the men gathered wood for the camp fires, looked
after the stock and did some poaching when they could get away with it
by avoiding the county game warden.
In years gone by, the men went down the Lewis River (probably from
the we8t side of Mt. Adams) for salmon, but the power dam cut off the
migration of salmon that the Indians had previously caught in the upper
reaches of the Lewis River.
The Indian women dryed. most of the berries they picked before slow
fires except for some fresh berries that were sold after they left the
area. The influx of large numbers of unemployed white people into the
huckleberry fields led to complaints by the Indians who had previously
had only a minimum of competition from the local white pickers. In 1933,
the Yacoma Indian Council notified District Ranger' Har' Welty that it
wanted a meeting with the Forest Supervisor at Twin Buttes to discuss
their grievances.
At the appointed time, I met with the group and the following news
story and editorial, "Sorrows of the Yakimas" (both missing) that appeared
in the Oregonian on August 211., 1933, is a pretty good description of what
took place at the meeting. Quoting Chief Vellup, "I have spoken to the
end, nothing is hidden in my heart. Your words give me happiness. You
are my friend. Now all is well between the whites and the Indians.1'
Later in the fall after the Indians had returned to their homes,
many of the wrilte people lingered on not realizing that after the rain
started, the unsurfaced road to Trout Lake would become impassable for
their vehicles. The Forest Service and Army trucks had to come to the
rescue to bring the cars to the graveled road that led from Trout Lake
to the Evergreen Highway on the Columbia River.
In the spring of 1934, the Regional Forester asked that I accept a
detail in the Regional Office in Portland to assist the Division of
Engineerging in the overall supervision of the CCC program. I was
reluctant to give up my responsibility for the work on the Columbia.
He agreed that I might retain control of activities on the Forest,
leaving the Assistant Supervisor, Lester Moncrief, in charge. This
detail continued through September, 1.934 when the Regional Forester
called me to his office and offered me a staff position in the Division
of Engineering with responsibility for road construction and CCC activities.
I was very reluctant to give up my supervisorship on the Columbia.
The Regional Forester said the salary would be $1,000 more than I was receiving,
so after talking the matter over with my wife, I decided to
accept the offer.
This position enabled me to become well acquainted with the problems
on most forests as well as personnel in the Region engaged in the development
of transportation systems and the operation of the Civilian
Conservation Corps Camps.