A wise old raccoon sat up in a tree near the river where the bear lost his tail. The coon saw the fox play his foxy trick on the bear, and he did not like it.
One day, an Indian boy was playing beside a stream, when one of the little elf men came along in his canoe. The boy had his bow and arrow with him; so had the little elf man.
The land was lean and hungry. The Old Man of the North Lodge had breathed upon the valley. His breath had frozen the corn, and there was no bread for the people.
Once the Little People, the Indian fairies, ran with the Red Children through the woods, and played with them beside the streams.
There was once an Indian boy, who thought he knew more and could do more than anyone else.
Some Indian hunters once made their way north, to hunt for moose. It was at the time of Falling Leaves.
All children who live close to Mother Earth come to know and to see the fairies of the flowers, the woods, the rocks, and the waters.
Every boy has wondered how there came to be two of him.
The Great Spirit had smiled upon his Red Children. The land was filled with plenty, for the Great Spirit had given to them the three sustainers of life, the corn, the bean, and the squash.
Some wolves and panthers were chasing a bull that had been feeding in the valley near the woods.
Some moons after the council when the birds chose their feathered suits, a second council was called.
Once a rabbit began to run back and forth through the woods, calling for snow, snow, snow! It was one of those large gray rabbits, with long ears, that people call hares.
In the days when there was no one living in this country but the Indians, there were no houses; there were only Indian wigwams.
A fox was running through the wood near a river. He had a fish in his mouth.
An old man of the Iroquois nation once wished to make a beautiful Indian maiden his wife. The old man had many rare furs and valued strings of wampum.
The dog is the Indian's best friend. He is the comrade by day and the protector by night. As long as the Indian's dog has strength, he will fight for his friend.
A long, long time ago, some Indians were running along a trail that led to an Indian settlement. As they ran, a rabbit jumped from the bushes and sat before them.
Far away in the North Sky lives Old Man Winter. Every year he leaves his wigwam in the sky and comes to earth.
After the Great Spirit had made the Red Children and had given them this beautiful land in which to live, he sent them a great gift,—the gift of the corn.
It was after the Great Spirit had made all the beautiful birds, that the Evil Spirit came along. He saw the beautiful birds and heard their beautiful songs.