In Indian Tents is a work written by Abby Langdon Alger, an American author, ethnologist and translator: "In the summer of 1882 and 1883, I was associated with Charles G. Leland in the collection of the material for his book «The Algonquin Legends of New England». I found the work so delightful, that I have gone on with it since, whenever I found myself in the neighborhood of Indians. The supply of legends and tales seems to be endless, one supplementing and completing another, so that there may be a dozen versions of one tale, each containing something new. I have tried, in this little book, in every case, to bring these various versions into a single whole; though I scarcely hope to give my readers the pleasure which I found in hearing them from the Indian story-tellers." (Abby Langdon Alger, In Indian Tents)
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Abby Langdon Alger. In Indian Tents
In Indian Tents
Table of Contents
PREFACE
IN INDIAN TENTS. THE CREATION
GRANDFATHER THUNDER
THE FIGHT OF THE WITCHES
STORY OF WĀLŪT
OLD SNOWBALL
ĀL-WŪS-KI-NI-GESS, THE SPIRIT OF THE WOODS
M’TEŪLIN, THE GREAT WITCH
SUMMER
THE BUILDING OF THE BOATS[8]
THE MERMAN
STORY OF STURGEON
GRANDFATHER KIAWĀKQ’
OLD GOVERNOR JOHN
K’CHĪ GESS’N, THE NORTHWEST WIND
BIG BELLY
CHĪBALOCH, THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR
STORY OF TEAM, THE MOOSE
THE SNAKE AND THE PORCUPINE
WHY THE RABBIT’S NOSE IS SPLIT
STORY OF THE SQUIRREL
WAWBĀBAN, THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
THE WOOD WORM’S STORY, SHOWING WHY THE RAVEN’S FEATHERS ARE BLACK
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The next to enter the lists was Āgwem, the Loon, whose poohegan was “K’taiūk,” or Cold. Soon the mountain was covered with snow and ice, the cave was filled with cold blasts of wind, frosts split the trees and cracked asunder the huge rocks. The Giant Witch suffered horribly, but did not yield. He produced his magic stone and heated it red-hot, still, so intense was the cold that it had no power to help him.
Alŭmūset’s wings were frozen, and he could not fly on any more errands; but another of the master’s attendant spirits, “Litŭswāgan,” or Thought, went like a flash to “Sūwessen,” the South Wind, and begged his aid.
