A great many winters ago, there lived at the foot of a certain lake a tribe of wicked Indians. These Indians were so fierce, and warlike, and wasteful, they went about destroying everything.
Some moons after the council when the birds chose their feathered suits, a second council was called.
Every boy has wondered how there came to be two of him.
There was once an Indian boy, who thought he knew more and could do more than anyone else.
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.
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.
It was some moons after the coon outwitted the fox, before they again met. The coon was hurrying by, when the fox saw him.
Long ago, birds, trees, animals, and men knew each the language of the other, and all could talk together.
An Indian woman built a wigwam in the deep wood. She was a brave woman. She had no fear.
Once upon a time, the Great Spirit left the Happy Hunting Ground and came to earth. He took the form of a poor, hungry man. He went from wigwam to wigwam, asking for food.
An Indian hunter went into the forest in search of game.
At one time, the animals had tribes and chiefs, like men. It was when the porcupine was chief, that a council was called.
Flying Squirrel and Lightning Bow were two little Indian boys. They lived by Singing River, and they played from sunrise to sunset. They were as happy as the day was long.
Once a tribe of the Iroquois became very warlike and cruel. They liked to follow the warpath rather than the hunting trails.
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.
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.
In the days when there was no one living in this country but the Indians, there were no houses; there were only Indian wigwams.
Some wolves and panthers were chasing a bull that had been feeding in the valley near the woods.
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.
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.