Abenaki poet and novelist Joseph Bruchac has collected 25 tales from various native American traditions. These stories instill a caring respect for the environment, a wonder at the forces of the

The only way to maintain the culture of any ethnic group is to pass the traditions and beliefs on to the children. What better way to do this than with games and toys? Our own American culture is

Long Ago they say Gluskabe became very proud of the things he had done. He had done many great things. Some of them things that help the people, and as he walked around Gluskabe felt very proud of

Long ago there was a man who was known as Notkikad. This man was a good husband and father and worked hard for his family. He planted a great deal every year and cared for his gardens so that there

The following story was told by Beulah Tahamont. She is an Abenaki, about sixteen years of age. Her home is at Lake George, New York, but she has visited New York city, where this story was obtained.

Long ago a mighty race of Indians lived near the sunrise, and they called themselves Wawaniki - Children of Light. Glooscap was their master. He was kind to his people and did many great deeds for

It is said that when Creator was giving a place for all the spirits to dwell who would be taking part in the inhabitance of Mother Earth, there came a sound, a loud BOOM, from off in the

Long ago, Gluskabe and his Grandmother Woodchuck, lived alone in a small lodge near the water. One day his Grandmother said to him, "My Grandchild, it is sad that we have no tobacco." "What is

Long ago, the Creator made and gave many gifts to man to help him during his life. The Creator made the lives of the Abenaki People very good, with plenty of food to gather, grow, and hunt. The Maple

A long time ago, when the Indians were first made, one man lived alone, far from any others. He did not know fire, and so he lived on roots, bark, and nuts. This man became very lonely for

Long before the arrival of French explorer Samuel de Champlain in 1609, the waters of Lake Champlain were traversed by native peoples, inhabitants who had been here for countless generations.

The Great Spirit, in a time not known to us looked about and saw nothing. No colors, no beauty. Time was silent in darkness. There was no sound. Nothing could be seen or felt. The Great Spirit

First Manitou, the Great Spirit, made Kloskurbeh, the great teacher. One day when the sun was directly overhead, a young boy appeared to Kloskurbeh. He explained that he had been born when the sea